I’ve been swimming
in the lake where they found her

washed up on the shore
in a corroded barrel 

from the 80s, same as me,
limbs loose, breath gone.

The water is low now, unlike
that year we arrived with someone,

wondering how the day would go.
Maybe we were both nervous

when we saw the water.
We didn’t want to go in

but eventually we did anyway
and when I was floating,

so was she.