at sea




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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