I bumped into you five fathoms down. Seaweed crowned your head and fish the color of garnets swam in and out of your eye sockets. You were the prettiest drowned corpse I’d ever seen. I fondled your clavicles with my suckers, exuded my gut over your pubis, nibbled your metatarsals with my beak. Entwined, we drifted through sea galleries, where the rise and fall of the swell picked your bones clean. I moved on, letting you fall into the depths where the blind creatures dwell. You were the best I ever had. Was I your first? Don’t answer, it doesn’t matter.