drowning was something we could own.
we were children staring through the grates
from the top of the lighthouse, reaching out
to touch a horizon so flat we could draw a line
against it but our pencils would never reach
far enough. we breathed in the tang of ocean
air but wanted salt in our lungs instead, for our
boots to become so water-logged that they
would just slip off our feet and we could kick
away into safety. as we grew older we realized
just how hard it was to hold our heads under
the water long enough. how bodies betray. how
we were left with nothing but sand in our mouths.