there is no line
only the realization
that i have drifted beyond
scope of the lifeguard
and my ability to swim to shore
...
a double-grained porcupine
that either way i pet
splinters pierce my palms
...
you say you can't smell plastic
neither can i
despite my greatest attempts
to scent the shower curtain
...
sin permeates
chest a blackness rising
in hot-water-pressure steam
heart
thumps faster removes
toxins
...
shift
back to shadows haze
of uncertainty
separate
yourself from morning's glare
my window could be reality's getaway
or the portal yonder
...
i grabbed her shopping cart
raced it down the red dirt hill
dodging scattered potholes
that would be my doom
...
will you come hang out will us now!? (demandingly)
well, yes (solemnly)
what was her cause for doubt?
the treble in her voice?
Author notes
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