//Like a flood//
Sometimes like a rooted tree
My fist tightens—
Perhaps I haven’t forgotten how often we betrayed one another.
Sometimes like a dry land
My rib cage cracks,
Making spaces like that between the fingers.
Sometimes like a listless river
My eyes flow,
Explaining the ache my lips can’t.
And Sometimes just sometimes,
Like a flood
My heart pours out every feel,
Coughing up water from the last time he drowned me.