Breathing Under


water saves us,
staves off the thirst
that only loss can know.

Indigo steeps our skin,
roadmaps our unquiet veins,
stains the world in sky.


Hold it all
(loosely, love)
while the helium balloon fills.

Me? I am still waiting for my gills.



prompted by poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 8


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1 Response to Breathing Under

  1. Misky says:

    Nice. Particularly “roadmaps our unquiet veins” — love that. >

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