All Around an Ocean 

In the sky the tea is burning
My mouth flooding with sores and cuts
That came from the rims of plastic cups

My glasses are on the table
I want to grip them and squeeze
The world until it all blurs
and nothing can be seen anymore

I recall a time, the first, actually
where I prayed to a toilet bowl
drenching the room, gasping for air
while the ocean was inside me

All my life I’ve feared falling
Into that ocean so unlike myself
But this spring feels like a good time
To start fishing for addiction