Talin Tahajian

Ebb at 60 bpm

                for P.S.

This is what we call
the ebb and flow of things.

Tides that don't have anywhere
to go but up. There is a species

of phytoplankton that burns
in the dark. Imprints sky

on seawater. This is not
as romantic as it sounds.

Someday, we should meet
in the middle. Determine

whether our heartbeats slow
at the same rate. You whisper

about 60 bpm, about how it feels
to pour something caffeinated

into the Atlantic, watch it soak
through plankton. Wishing

we were as small, as inclined
to drink in light.

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