cold water
washing my face away
moons wax and wane
telling the distance between our palms
all the stars I will eat
to get to you

its a flood
summer submerged
carving my rudimentary paddles
for this runny rowboat
why can't I find you
intact amidst all the rubble
and I can't keep my face clean
when there's so much rain

blood in my eyes
the prick of pain
I fight for this
I fight for air

what are birds without the sky
grass without the ground
sea without land