Kalene thinks her heart is an infestation of different voices. Her heart shifts left and right like a small boat. God is the sea. She thinks that all the voices in her heart talking to each other want to talk to God. They don't ever get to so they squabble. She thinks, People love me. People cry when I leave them. They worry about how my throat feels and make me breakfast. People love me and I love them back and it is never enough. The gulf of longing. She thinks her heart is a bad rudder and that God is a bad captain who nods off at the wheel. She will watch a dumb movie about a girl who is loved even in her desperate greed for love. She puts her hand over her sternum. Drowning.