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
If it’s home.