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Getting deep.
I’m out of my depth at a public beach.
I never listened, I had to see for myself.
It’s coming in waves,
shoots through my mind like a pinball, straight
friendly fire, point blank.
Salt in my lungs,
holding my breath,
making peace with my inevitable death.
I guess I did alright, considering.
Tried to be a halfway decent friend.
Wound up a bad comedian,
an honest fool with more bad habits
than you can count.
There we were.
Was anyone ever so young?
Breaking curfew with illegal fireworks.
Unpacking God in the suburbs.
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I’m swimming back.
You say you don’t have to make it bad
just cause you know how.
Writing the words
to the worst love song you’ve ever heard.
Sounding out the foreign characters,
an incantation like an anti-curse,
or even a blessing.
