Buoyancy

we spent our grief in nickels and dimes. spare change.

our debt exceeded us. we marveled at the thickening scabs of broken flesh.

the wounds had taken us this far. the fractured bones had spent their marrow on the infectious whims of touch.

and dwindling choices.

we opened our umbrellas as the storm commenced.

cloaked in our caution.

it wasn’t long before the truth was drowning us.

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