A Dedication to Drowning Stretched like a drum a coating of me covers my skeletal frame. For now, I am crouched at the shoreline, the night grips, my back a fist. Out past the cut of land and sea — where everything was once you and nothing was me — a kind of balance prevails. Not here, though. Not among the creeping pull lapping at my toes, luring me back inside the silence of water, the idle current a mouth...
