the weight of you by Carrie Hilgert | Website | Etsy Shop | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter
My spine was made of sea urchins
that night they found me in the bay,
the angles of me all wrong but still
pointed toward you.
I heard a story once about a couple
who recorded tapes of their secret
affair, as if to leave a marker saying
this is who I loved
and I found this beautiful in the way
that one might find the lights
of a sinking ship beautiful.
When they pulled me from the bay,
they pried jellyfish from my wrists,
excavated you from my lungs,
and left you as a marker in the bay,
a buoy floating in the dark.