You're a martyr,
He said—
Laughing as I jumped into the water.
Constitution Island—
Trespassing prohibited—
Where the trees laughed too.
Into the Hudson,
No,
The Muhheakantuck—
In between two backstrokes,
I spit the brown water towards the sky.
Brackish,
With an aftertaste of fuel,
Has always been my thing,
I thought—
Drifting in a river that flows two ways.
