clenched fists
i am clenched fists, tumbling in the riptide. current dragging ankles on the silt bottom of underwater shores, the disintegration of my forefather’s merchant ships slipping beneath my heels.
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i am clenched fists, tumbling in the riptide. current dragging ankles on the silt bottom of underwater shores, the disintegration of my forefather’s merchant ships slipping beneath my heels.
this is a draft of my poem i wrote for you, this is a draft of your poem, i am a draft of a poem i wrote for you, i am a draft of a poem, i am a draft. i am a draft. i am just a draft for you.
and you’ll try to forget the way the chair or book or candlestick flew through the air.
