Drowning

// Danielle Susi

We should throw stale popcorn
to the loons, take our clothes off,
dip our feet in

We are propelled by ourselves
evenly with the water moving us forward
until the blood of our spines mixes

Rocks make deep gashes up our backs
past the shadows of pine trees
following squaretails through cold streams

The egg pockets of Yellow Perch
fill with the roots of lily pads

We should let our lungs
pull us down to the lake’s thick bottom

We should let this hook take us