I couldn't get in
She just had no language for it
For the blue-grey lament that washed inside her
She said even at birth she had recognized no one
That her body had felt like a capsule awaiting
A fuller world to dehisce
At our creaky house by the lake I lived with her for months
She would watch the still water flow like stained gla**
For hours before
Slipping in
A fuller world to dehisce
She wanted to go slower
One morning she drowned
To fill her veins with lake water
Organisms and soft flecks of deadwood
Suspended together
Under everything
A fuller world to dehisce
She wanted to go slower