The life jacket doesn’t fit
and the straps intended to hold me fast
are long and worn and useless.
But I don’t seem to mind that I’m drowning
for I drown most every day and somehow
find my way back to the surface.
And really, it’s nice to slip into the deep and
hold my breath in anticipation of
something magnificent and lovely,
like the thought of you pulling me to shore,
saving me from things that don’t fit. – ph
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