Her Brackish Breath

Wakes him
to flashbacks. All that

water he wouldn’t
swim in: the length

of the Mississippi,
the Hudson flowing

both ways—half estuary,
half river. The East

River. Who would dare? Who
sings that song?

It’s rhetorical. It’s all
muffled underwater.

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