The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi. Cilium itches from plastic tang. Fermenting surf churns above but only kelp forests manage to sway through Lethe. Brine nestles its way through suctioned lips and deadens my tongue from cold. I look for hidden treasure Amber Capitano entombed in the reefs at Avalon, Catalina when she was nine. But she has never been to Catalina. She fancies Guns N’ Roses with Fonzie leather jackets and sneaks. Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and games I hum in my head to forget the grindylows that grab. Break their fingers. Listen to the mermaids sing but don’t kiss. I call out Holly Olly Oxen Free in seaweed I roll like Play Doh. My tank confesses it thirsts for air like my own lungs. Later Amber will tell me to rise like hippocampi. Cut through water like saber through skin.