Both Are The True Ship

I was averse to the ocean. This is not new,

nor is a trench that lullabies the shipwreck 

nor are the eyeless fish who might 

lose sight at any ounce of light. This depth 

of self? I am terrified. Of lengths, of years,

of wood love could let rot into memory. 

How much of my self is noticing I am 

the same body debrised with new cells? 

I cannot stop staring at the bottom 

of it, the wear and tear of voyages

it offers, studying the mirror before me 

as if touched by Theseus himself.

         *contains lines of dialogue from Episode 9 of Wandavision