drowning

it's not so bad really, the water splashing all around my head, into my mouth, mixed with air, my arms flailing...

i love the water actually. it must be how i got here. the sound of the waves breaking over me echo monitors, call bells, overhead pages and nurses calling my name. when did they learn my name, i just fell in the ocean and it's so huge, don't i just look like all the other fish.

i wish for once the waters were Caribbean, but not near those fat gringo vacationers, flaunting their money and ignorance de la lengua. i think this when i'm asked to flail my way over to los personas regresa sus casa. how can I be the one they call for this? I tred water for hours and it's no wonder i find myself confused, exhausted, soaked to the bone on the 2 train back to brooklyn in the oily black dark of evening.

how did i get here???