Skeletons in the Ocean
Am I not to enjoy the world
even if it's dead?
Am I not to wonder if the mountains knew my name
or if the crows paused at my birth
if the rocks burst into dust?
I've learned my name is not Moana.
I released into the ocean
to find him rejecting me. Ghosts
crawl under the waterline
exiling me,
exposing their other-worldy nature—
satisfied by their creep and daunting postures
while the others, both, coach and sideline
the shoreline. Hm,
what it’s like to be alive
and unable to participate in life—
[daas. it’s Hindi] Anyway,
I rung my own dead burdens loose to the sun,
then stepped out dripping
with the Ocean’s tears. It’s all over—
The waves tire my heart & remind me
of my corpses. I mourn in the wind
& roll over to tan.