You thought it would’ve been water and initially you were right. Then, the ocean changed. No one was surprised. After all, that’s what we do, change, survive, change again if we don’t die first. Not very poetic. What nipped us in the ass was…
I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers….
Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.
A reader dips a hand Into swift water Waiting in initial silence To be taken by the current An author swims Without life preserver Arms….splashing Yelling towards the shoreline
Unfortunate Cookies – Complete With Translation Errors Something you lost will soon turn up, like your wife. Fame and fortune will soon belong to somebody else. You will be invited to an extremely boring event. The one you love is closer than you think….
The flesh of my lover’s body Still taut within memory’s touch That distance shaped my femininity Her sweet, sweet, large lips, appeared As a succulent rooted plant Which allowed me into her meadow To traverse the yard, to stretch within the clover Tasting…
To Do List: A Poem
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