… no time to write one today, so here’s a very old teenage one that ties in with the theme of ‘water’:

 

Undertow

 

Sink.

 

Pull yourself underwater, wash

the women from your eyes let the big

hum of sepia tickle your ears and fill your lungs with echo.

 

Drink

 

like a shipwreck rinse the

buzz off your lips let the wet smear of your mouth

slip into platitudes

 

bloat your emotions, drench me with insincerity

my heart is a dry-fist and I have no thirst left.

 

(dry-fisted: taking payment for gains and owing for losses)

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