Have you ever looked down on yourself in a swimming pool?
Or even the bath? It looks like you’ve been split in two. The water carves you
in half where it meets your flesh, displacing you slightly. Leaving you out of
whack. That’s how your face looked that day when I looked at you. When you said
those words, I felt like you had been broken somehow. Like everything I had
ever known about you was suddenly cleaved in two, leaving me looking from
fractured piece to fractured piece desperately seeking out the truth between.
Now I can’t picture you without seeing you dismembered.
Maybe that’s a reflection on the white hot anger I feel
when I think of you. Or maybe it’s just because that’s how you looked. Maybe that’s
always how you looked, but I had been submerged in your watery lies. To me, you
always looked whole.
