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Conversation While Drowning


It's mostly bubbles, her voice,
Little pops that wet
My ear with her damp neediness.

This frightens me, for I cannot swim.
Simple dread pulls me under.
There is no need for teeth

To clamp onto a loose leg, a free hand, my neck.
I flounder like a horse afloat in kelp—
The struggle simply binds

Me tighter into cling. My death
Comes when some thick and wat'ry log
Batters me of breath and breath and breath.

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