A History of Drowning, 5Carrie Olivia Adams
Eyelids too heavy for sight. There is scuba gear in the basement. You may wear it as you sleep. Is that a rope or a scarf you’re holding? You may question the gesture of the outstretched hands and know they are only crowding the water. That lake may be real or imagined. The hands are not. Because of this, you are collecting gravel from the driveway to keep in a small tin box by the bed. Imagining the sound keeps you awake at night.
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