daughter, a found poem

Underwater,

that’s what it’s like.

In this no-gravity,

lungs burn,

bones ache.

I see the strangest thing,

hands, mirror

for a split-second,

glass

breaking.

I choke as she did,

I turn—

clear-eyed, seal-sleek.

I flutter at the mirror

fast.

In the silence, I can feel

something, difficult.

I’m afraid.

Searching

I swallow the blood in my mouth.