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Oceanographer,

would your fingers trace

my ridges, hands

find mine. Here I am:

ocean floor. You,

never quite what

I want you to

 

be – too human

and strange, distracted

by seamounts

not mine & this

sunken ship

in my gut

is too much

to bear.

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