What I wanted to say

I weighed the words in my hands.

They would be heavier than a doorknob,

I felt.

But they might be lighter than maybe,

a handful of quarters.

And they rose from the bottom of my stomach

Up, weaving between my ribs

Fizzing to my mouth like a helium balloon,

Sending a chill back down my spine

Like fingertips.

Spilling out,

Flooding the area around you,

Muddy river water and whatever else I'm made of,

And you.

I would imagine that you'd swim with broad strokes.

And that you wouldn't notice the deep blues and greens.

And you probably wouldn't see me,

As I tread water with a trench below me,

a million miles deep.