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when I look down

there is nothing

of me but a ragged duffel

bag sinking into the shallows

two babies are zipped up in it

or just one baby

besides me

it is suffocating

in here it is dark

I would be anything else

sunflower black ice

prickly pear

this life of heat

waving apparitions

I am tumbling king

protea pothole

I am asleep I

am drowning