Yes, we drowned, then changed our minds,
then drowned again,
because we could,
because no one would know the difference—
a leaf to its trembling
when it is no longer a leaf
but just a trembling.
We were splashing against the current,
a zipper of palms opening and closing.
We were always too busy to notice
that everything we touched
was a little bell that was a little famous.
The sun opened its curfew of music
against my back with an exasperated sigh
as I swam to shake the sounds
of your laughter off me.
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