we’ve never needed a rope
                      already anchored to the bottom, drop down
                                 engine died, crept into the salt air

                          we didn’t know better, left the map behind
                     lost like we were on mount everest
                        caved in and concave

                               we didn’t know the tide was going to rise
                           never watched the weather report before
                                     why, when monsoon season felt like every day

                  terrible scars in the skies reflected in our eyes
                      adrift on the worst river
                                 close to shore, we don’t care enough yet

             held back again by the weight of the anchor
                    sitting in the middle of the boat now
                            and neither of us will toss it out

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