Against the Fear of Drowning
Best of all is to not hold on while gazing
at the water. It heaves, it swells into
the dock and would carry me over
the threshold. It’s nice to have a man
around just then, and two is even better.
Let them wait for me, ready to save me
with a noble embrace. Kicking off their shoes,
they slick back their hair for me.
Shoulders curled, hands pointed toward
the sea, I dive like a pelican into frigid water.
Best of all is to be weightless, especially
on a Tuesday. Let the men try to rescue
me, waves distorting their faces, my eyes
wide open as if frightened or about to be freed.