fish things
I drowned whilst praying.
I guess it didn’t occur to me to unbend my elbows
and do any sort of flailing or waving
but the sticky blindness of the seafloor isn’t that uncomfortable
all the fish have too many or not enough mouths
have God teeth have God eyes have God skin
that rubs against me
once I’ve gotten all this mud off
I’ll float back up
Don’t want to go back to the God place like this
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You wrote a powerful start and followed up with an intriguing poem. I enjoy it!