You will die tonight. Sink into the nightmare
from drinking glasses of water before sleeping
as if drowning yourself even before swimming
to the sea of your dream, diving deep to the navel
of a mermaid, where her pearls lie. She will sing
a lullaby for you with her cold, fluid voice. You will utter
nothing but bubbles. You will empty out your last breaths.
Your body is a vessel, rising from the depth of your slumber.