nightwatery

dear someone

your emptiness has a lake in it    deep and watery
with several temperaments     milk cola beer

at night the selves are made of water
all the openings flooded    streaming with rain

your emptiness has an aqueduct in it
selves rushing through channels

dissolving     washing away in streaks

your emptiness has a fish in it
a piece of seaweed     liferaft     a rocky strait

all night the selves are breaking themselves
again and again on the sandbar

you can't get out from the drowning
nightwatery     the blacksparkling pools

your emptiness has a nowhere reef     an island
at night the immersion comes deep-running and sudden

the selves
it washes us under and sudden

[Deborah Landau, from The Last Usable Hour {I disagree with The Paris Review; it is my impression that 'dear someone' is the first line, not the title, of the poem}]