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my friend loves playing in ponds

by Olivia Weinkein

she sleeps with fish
in a frozen pond. says
she can't think about it
because there are no thoughts
but sleeping on it is like
holding your breath under water.
you can't stay under forever and
soon you will have to come (wake) up
gaspingforair.
i've never known her to surface like
this. she claims she's stronger
but i hear Fragile in her mouth.
although rarely the word Love
but i guess
Honestly, what does love have to
do with anything when you're hellbent
on leaving as fast as you can and little
fish no longer know how to swim
when all she can think about is leaving
again. to get back to normal,
to even begin to learn how to sleep off him.

03/02/2003

Author's Note: for you and all your little fish.

Posted on 03/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leah Laiben on 03/03/03 at 02:40 AM

There is not enough water in the world today, I think... I'm back in the great northeast, far away from fishy number one...hmmmm

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