MOTHER 1

My eyes were the first
to turn. Bubble back inside
my head so I can
watch
my boy.
 

MOTHER 3

I am not even
my name. I cannot give
him birth.
 

MOTHER 3

I want my name. He
can’t breathe the salt down
here.
 

CHILD 1

Flat hot ran down.
Now, all a wade.
 

CHILD 3

Tried to climb
out her mouth.
 

CHILD 1

Blood kept in. Blood
            moved down.
Dizzy, here.