Vital
The haunting of a broken tap: drip, drop
The thirst after the sun: drink, gulp
She never said a lot, gargling girl
Sliding in and out of my body
Helping me breathe, walk, talk
That was why I swam
It was water
Brought me alive floating out to No Man’s
Diving down to skim the sand
It was water
Wanted it, always had it, but could never catch it.
It was water
Insipid, tip-tipping from the cup
She was water
Because I needed her
You were water
You always were
Waving, waving
You always were, were water
And I was, was…what?
w3sko
Fri 3rd Mar 2023 05:03
i wish i could sound smart or give some helpful piece of feedback, but this poem is just good idk what else to say. I love "but never could catch it", "tip-tipping from the cup", "gargling girl", "diving down to skim the sand", and everything else about the general flow of this poem.