In the depths I dive

fathoms deep, I find this.

a porcelain house not Home, hard as bone

Uninhabitable and for whom?

A gift I found it locked in the

blue-green alphabet of slick

letters that clung like seaweed

about me, choking the mind.

Some evidence I find of you and who?

Ok; so flee to your young mermaid,

rock hard dark you are Poseidon

stinking of low-tide and brine,

the sea froths about your ankles

how she sucks at your bone

draws you in.

I am left with the letters you did not write.

Gifts never received.

here