Taking on Water
-His eyes peer into me, trying to pry me open. “I’m taking on water,” he says, his eyes dry, irritated, red. They search me over, his eyes, trying to find an opening. They look into my eyes. I close them. I could feel those eyes, studying me, my receding hairline. Falling, to observe my shoes. The soles intact. Climbing along my inseam, the eyes. There’s a hole, almost unnoticeable in the denim, near my waist. He misses it. There’s a sigh. I open my eyes again. They study, slowly rising, my abdomen, then my chest, settle on the left part […]