Empty Cup, Uncarpeted Stairs

You said I didn't look like myself. My hair wasn't done, that was all. I watched the naked book shivering against the cold stone ceiling, waiting to be talked down.

The furs are in the kitchen, the pens are under the sink. It is April, and I am freezing.

What If

I haven't taken sides. The sides cannot be seen. When you're standing on one half of the ocean, the ocean doesn't end.

My friend has left her shirt on the sand, and she's going into the water. I should tell her to stop, she'll drown, but my throat is as closed as the night.

My feet have grown together while I've been standing on this shore. I could move, I could do anything. I could save anyone. I could swim forever. I could see the other side.