paper submarine i keep saying "this is going to be okay" when the water is saying, "you are a dead boy." i found the ocean like a fist. bruises it gives me. fish in the deep with eyes made of light bulbs. i thought i knew how to dive, to swim. ignored every ship wreck. sometimes we think we can will the truth. i am not drowning. i am not drowning. water pressure. weight of all the planets. their boney shoulders. i am not just trying to put out a fire. opening my mouth. fingers trying to find my gills. the vessel is not a vessel. it is an unsound bridge.