I followed the bruise that sat on your chest like knight’s armor. It is ancient news, just rock colliding with water. Sink sink sink you said. But the bruise floated above like a sea of ripples. I kissed your chin and you spanked my ass, trying to wipe away your torment. Swallow swallow swallow you said. But I spit pebbles at the back of your head like pellets at a firing range.