Maybe I should write about the bioluminesence:
tiny glittering pins, pure daylight blue as you swish
your arms through the water. About my friends
far into the bay, splashing & tossing rings of light
at a purple horizon. About rubbing salt stains
out of our bathing suits in the bathroom sink &
patching blisters on her heels. About my anxiety
I tugged too hard & became wrong.
The ocean was warm & we stared back at it
arms & legs all gooseflesh then walked in silence.
We sat in the hotel room eating bread & pasta &
watching 3 am cable. We left the door open.
It was there & then it was gone.