Lifeguarding Isn't For Dummies

Hit my teeth on the edge of the beer bottle
the awkward knocking knocks me back--
pulls my guts like taffy (from the neck)
stretched from my mouth,
salt tang(ing) stinging
wounding everyone
we all have open wounds that seep
soaked in anxious rage.

but it’s just the boardwalk by the seaside,
waves wash over theseankles and drown
my eyes. French fries
drenched in vinegar and salt force my tongue back in.

sunshine makes the flowers grow--
sparsed in clumps on the beach.
I grow
older underneath its glare. The base of my skull
aches and burns�"the aneurism of memory
(all that I’ve never doneandsaid)
lurks and spreads down the back

reaches my neck
and travels down my spinal column
like sand in an hourglass,
calumnious spikes spread as

it leaks.
everywhere it weeps�"
it’s not enough to simply  think floating in the watery ether.
That is how you drown.