Sarah Nichols

I WOKE UP, I FOUND HER, THAT'S ALL I KNOW
                                                
Breaking Bad, “ABQ”

 

In that part of the morning
called night, I jerk awake

in an empty bathtub.

A pill as small as my fingernail

carried me into the undertow. Drowning

never feels like drowning here.

No calls for help, as the sea

drains itself and leaves me dry.

I don’t know how I came back
to shore.

If it’s home.

 


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