See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 18
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We were bait for life’s shortcomings,
an anchor covered in mud.
We were enough.
Drowning in the surf,
we were decent and tough.
In the struggle for breath, we held each other down.
Was one of us counting?
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2
3
4
I began to sink and, through the undercurrent, I watched your body
slowly rise.
Your arms were dead, pulled from your chest, your face surfacing
before the rest.
What do you see, my love?
Who has rescued you from descending further with me?
God pulls his favorite siren from the sea.
