A. left, what felt like yesterday, so i'm here gotta get back into it, a step towards a future, i'm too shy to dive into it. i became afraid of swimming out far, in the gulf, i don't think i will reach america this year, though surely theyll let me in, vaccinated or not, but will i reunite with A. before hand, and what will i do in the meantime? if not back in america, i can float on here, and willing. i should publish then, in alabama, they'd pick up a southern poet. i turned 35 and i'm tired of waiting, but my energy is so low, and my wrists hurt from typing this on a mechanical keyboard, so now i'll just end it
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