Point Break Easement Poem by Kyle Costa

Polished, fickle, filament.
We've redone every aspect of this tiny headspace—
nothing's left but the ensuite. Maybe that's what pulls
the scripture out of stomach. Poster child: drowned
in a glass of sparkling water because his boat got ate up
by deep depths of his heart. And the wrong ways he loved.
The scripture tells all the ways to fumble back better.
I'm going to go find my tiny boat: paddle, paddle, paddle.