I. I am a submarine, a bowl full of fruit. We’re at the beach and there’s sand on the back of my neck, sand where you kiss me, sand hidden underneath my fingernails. I hold my stomach and stand in the waves, watching the ocean. This is a perfect day: soft sunlight, warm air, a womb growing a floating flower, our hands held over her heartbeat.
II. We’re floating on our backs in a sea the color of a dream, staring at the sky. I’m empty and I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss those eyes we never got to see.