i swim out
to the island. stripping
down
my clothes,
leaving everything i own
behind
on the dry shore.
leaving what i thought was
real,
what wasn't love
behind.
i kick, i throw one arm
over the other,
effortlessly
through the cold water.
it's not far,
a mile or so.
I've done it in my sleep
on many nights,
deep in dream, i can do
it now,
awake.
it's no longer that hard.
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