Blobfish
I’m thinking of now, and all
the things I want to fill you
in on. The past catching
in the filter, wanting to pour out
not with grace nor to
only wet your tongue,
but rather to get on your shirt
to make you gasp & lose
that layer I gush, unloose
and skip over what I mean
going so deep to pass a laugh
to meet silence as the water
absorbs and makes me sink
to the bottom of it:
And that is that you make me wonder if
everything can be true at the same time; that
in the push and pull, the ocean is vast enough to
go deeper
so to forget my breath, and plunge
until the weight of it all reforms me
into who I used to be, am, and will become.