Evey Dwoske

Deep End

By Evey Dwoske

When I finally showed some depth

you were suddenly afraid of the deep end,

you’d rather risk diving into the shallow.

I sink to the bottom,

watching air bubbles

rise to the surface where you

stay.

Your image is distorted,

it wouldn’t be if you swam

down here to me.

But you say you can’t breathe

underwater.

Neither can I,

but here I am,

back flush against the bottom

of the pool,

goosebumps covering

my flesh,

and heart beating outside my chest.

Waiting.