Monday, February 26, 2018

Drown by Marcelo Hernandez Castillo

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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