“Moon Is Always Female What it costsNow it costs to sayI will survive, now whenmy words coat my clenchedteeth with blood, nowwhen I have been yankedoff love like a diverwhose hose is cut.I push againstthe dizzying onslaughtof heavy dark water.Up or down? Whilethe heart kickslike a strangled rabbitand the lungs bucklelike poor balloons:I will survive.I will lift the leadencoffin lid of the surfaceand thrust my faceinto the air.I will feel the sun’srough tongue on my face.Then I’ll start swimmingtoward the coastthat must somewhereblur the horizonwith wheeling birds.
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