THE WOMAN WHO JUMPED
After three cool days at the bottom,
she’s back at the surface.
The same bones
but her flesh is bloated, less dense.
She doesn’t move.
The current won’t come near her.
A sideways gravity pulls her toward shore.
Her nose is out of the water now,
fluttered by air
that was breath in an earlier time.
Now, it gathers at a nostril
but nothing sucks it in.
The lungs have all they need.
They’ve swallowed death.