I circle 5      completely satisfied with language      in it I do everything I want      I can marry the strangers myself      a disaster moving toward me     must first fill out the forms      then I will cry for nine days      I will make two extra copies      friends      there are no limits to my understanding      I understand my head off      miss      they say to me      miss      but I can’t hear a thing      over the noise of breaking pencils      and outlines and waves      love or hate the ocean      you still drown like other sailors      getting wet     getting wet     getting wet