seaworld
a naked
body is
just a naked
body
until
someone sees
it. my father wants me to read
a wilting book called God Loves
Laughter. my mother
wants
me
to take
my singular bottle of prescribed
antidepressants. i count the ripples
like tree rings.
years. only after
do i
jump
in and let the cloth
lick up on my
skin. i would live
waiting to look like myself or
at the least
a smeared oil pastel caricature
but then
i wouldn’t
live.
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Beautiful and mysterious, River. You are onto something important here. I don’t feel I’m following it perfectly but that’s ok. I like it very much.
i like the sense of timing as this story grows…
here’s to every expanding circles!
cloth/lick is such a perfect description too!