It's overcoming me.
Filling my lungs with salty sea water,
drying out my soft skin like a starfish on the beach.
Weight is tied to my ankle.
Pulling me down to the deep—no light and no sound.
I am in a frenzy to remove it,
but my fingers are trembling—
to untie the knots put there by myself.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
The opponent is on the other end of the room, staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up, so they can substitute me out, for a worker that gets joy out of the little things, who never missed a beat and