It becomes too heavy for one person
on the back on the arm
across the shoulders
Sometimes not as heavy
as awkward
but sometimes
Well sometimes heavy too
until it cuts into the chest to bleed
begging to be unpacked
The contents secret
and in the water it does not
float but drags like stone.
Cover me at the bottom.
Put sand over my mouth.
Sing until I do not speak.
Until I cannot hear.
