fishing for my self
in melancholic low-tide and the surf
is swimming me in reds oranges & yellows
and there's not enough oxygen
no there's not enough
and i'm running out breath
and there's still so much i want to say
but there's not enough time
and i'm running out of oxygen
and i thought today would be a perfect day
to fish for self
but i caught the high-tide around mid-day
and all the purples and blues and greens
were chaotic
and i can no longer feel my toes
because of the cold
and i can no longer feel you
because of my fishing self
don't drown, kid. don't --
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