last night,
my waters broke.

they spilled from my body.

out of my hands, my eyes,
my chest, my ankles.

suddenly, the crashing
waves burst. they
filled my room to the brim.

none leaked out.
i think,

it likes to be confined.
to be held in something.

to have something to
stop the oceans of
words and meaning.

i miss the dam of your body.


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