December 2011
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Fish
I was a fish.
loved the water more
than it would ever love me
So I swam until
I stood.
Looking down at my reflection:
“be still.”
You said I would be fine up here
That you would
love the foul water right out of me
And you did.
So there I laid on the shoreline
thrashing out the very last drops
“come back to me, come back to me”
Covered in these hard scales,
gills...
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