A splash, a slap on shallow water.
The echoes say a tree will tumble.
He clicks long teeth into the bark,
shaves thin and tart curls of debris
that float like a halo. He chisels
into the flesh a corset, its demise.
She watches it lean, hears it crack in two
Inhales exploding rings of memory.
She wonders: Can splintered halves
ever be reassembled, made whole, knit like broken bones
Water pools where it hasn’t before, hides
a secret reached only with breath held.
He takes her under the water whose
course and hers he has changed.