Imagine there are places lower than the sea.
Today in Tokyo two men photographed a giant squid.
In white coats, smiling, holding an 18 foot tentacle
We have found her, we have carved our name.
Imagine there are places lower.
The body does not come to shore,
Row the boat home Michael, row the boat ashore.
My cousin is found in a shallow grave, two miles from the bar.
She did not check her glass. She did not know his name.
The body does not come.
Water’s way of remembering is so unlike ours.
Imagine my uncle looking for his daughter’s hands.
Here’s a clavicle. Bow. Stern.
Imagine.