Binghamton flooded last summer, drenched
carpets and turned roofs into green shingle islands-
i wonder if it started with our hotel room, if it came rushed from
under our door because we were treading, weren't we?
turned all the faucets on and muffled the sounds
of clumsy hands, pretending to be as naive as you were
and no longer are.
i was clawing to your back just to stay afloat
Binghamton flooded last summer and i think
i could have saved us-
had i known the difference between drowning
and holding your breath.