The Gulf of Maine / is too cold to be heartbreaking, / but contains within it / a kind of dreadful dreamscape, / impossible to access / all the years my friend lived / in her lobster town. When / we finally got interested in the Atlantic, / every night changed. / My wish to be naked expanded / like a flower and my will / diminished. A nightmare is nothing / to fear, but a dream foretells / the end of something. According / to scientists, galaxies do not move / through space but rather with space / as it expands. How infuriating / to arrive at original thought / through theory. One should arrive / anywhere through nautical imagery.