Your Drowning is Contagious
The heavy stone tied to my ankle
because you are smooth,
sinking downward with all those lovers still attached.
—–At the very bottom,
My eyes are both closed and open
because who can tell the difference down here?
I cannot breath
I know that waiting is all there is
I’ll let it happen
like you do–
never stopping to resist
dying any time is fine
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse