Mom, they named the dark spots on the moon seas.
Of course, these are just seas in theory,
they have nothing to do with water. Though it’s possible
that it’s all a matter of perspective,
and so the dark spot your breast became
was a sea, too. And the water in your lungs, stomach—
see, I remember correctly. And because you can’t hear
underwater—could I have really said everything? I’ll be good, just don’t—
see, these are useless things to say underwater too.
I smear the makeup you left behind
on my face in an effort to love myself.
And I think I’ll eventually drink these two bottles
of perfume that have been here since—
what else could I do with them?
You said something, as it turned out,
at the very end. And I didn’t pay attention.
Since then, there hasn’t been a relationship,
because this isn’t that. Just steps on the shore of a theoretical sea.
On those parts of the shore that aren’t closed.
