every treasure chest breathes heavy,
every black pearl understands
the uncomfortable whole
every treasure chest breathes heavy,
every black pearl understands
the uncomfortable whole
just as every siren knows
to turn her sadness into song,
develop a taste for archeology
instinctively come up for air
to surface to herself,
watch the lobe of the moon disrobe
consider drowning the night’s
last reckless sailors
with the stark anthropology of her fins
she finds it amusing
that her tears never get seen,
and so taught herself to cope
by hoping deep and long,
fathoming song,
choosing what’s buoyant,
learning so long
