Tuesday 8 February 2022

watermark '97

it's 1997
gravity's a bully pushing me down 
won't let up

lost in words i
drop a forearm on all the keys 
metal arms rise up from a stadium of seated iron letters
and stick together 

like you and i 
just shy of the watermark

i pull myself up by the spine and 
hammer out something born of pain 
and misgivings

throw a dart at the white pages
seal the letter
mail it off


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