Bone Dry

This body is a body of water

This body a vessel

This body lies on the beach

A note at the water's edge

Portuguese Man o' Wars stretch and trail across the sand like sharp turn o' kids

Pointing to our escape

There is no water except the sea

Even the people floating into our ports are satellites

Even those people rain just teases their horizons at the edges of nеver coming close enough

Thеre is no water except what swallowed our hope

I can hear you calling

From across the salted waters

Your voice carries this far from a time before

Your paper lips and flat smile were a promise

Your voice carries

You are here with me

I carry you between the space of my syllables

I carry you in my silences, water in a sponge

There will be a last boat

I will leave this waterless place

This is not a place for life now

We've squeezed it all too hard

I will do whatever I have to

There will be a last boat for this dry place

Some will be left

Some will float across the salted waters

All these seasons, all these years

These rivers, these channels, these lagoons, these broads

Have bound me to you

Even though they are empty and dry now

I remain bound to you

All the distance, all the waters that bind us and keep us from each other

All the daily chances we squandered until we got bored and wandered away

I know we have failed, I know...

I have failed you

But if we fall...

Just right

And we fall together

And if we do it together with our bodies

Becoming smaller and smaller

Trading our water for speed

Trading our past for whatever comes

Looking in the rubble making flags of ash

House flies replacing reef fish

I am sorry that I have failed you

I am going to make this boat

We will sail the salt

Rest within each other

Find all the water in the world

In our frozen embrace