Lakewater mornings


the smile on my face exhausts me
and my cheeks ache
with what feels like dusty phoniness


the idea of looking anyone in the eye
feels like drowning
like living under this green water


my whole body feels like chips of tinder
like driftwood dried then up chopped
for the devil’s pyre

And then
I live
Live it out and things again
do lighten and O! They bear weight
Like little bobbers and sinkers to comfort an to moor me
Long forgotten buoyancy
in lake water mornings


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s