Oct 03


It is hard to love someone who’s drowning.
In and out of the murky waters. 
When she bobs to the surface, the light in her smile dazzles me.
Every word she says brings a new conviction. 
And when she sinks again, 
Of course I try to join her, 
But her face dulls in the deep.
Thoughts are sluggish. 

She’s flighty, too. 
In and out of my life, 
Like the swallows migrating on a drowsy autumn night. 
A horrible, unloveable specimen.
Let her try to be known.