Buoyancy was Never Measured by the Pound

The dog snores loudly in the living room.
No one notices. Especially you,
in the dining room,
reading.

What are you reading?

No one's written anything
in ages.

No one remembers what it's like
to swim the Atlantic.

We have machines for that;
they were made of ice
and now
they are made of paper.

The dog tramples an imagined rabbit
in his sleep.
You do not know this, you are turning
the page.

Remember:

Dead things float,
not words.