My fingernails have been
splitting lately I
think from
the weight of the
secrets they
have been smothering so
tightly and then
of course
the ever-present
gripping to the solid concrete
walls of daily
life by which time is
marked until one day in
June the slant of
the sun is
too much and cracks give
way to flood the
swimming pool with gray
street water
churning what was
suspended algae my
legs entangled and bound by
tickling fronds until
the bubbles are
quieted the
darting eyes
effortless and blank.