i woke up somewhere
buried in the saltseas,
kneeling beneath the
shovel in your teeth.
(difficult to tell the stars
from the lighthome)
everything is heavier
under water—
but i still carry your notes
so cleanly.
how do you tear
the sky from the ocean—
where do you end
if i never began?
i return your call—
your anchor catches in
my breath.