Learning To Swim (Again)
Don’t let your hips sink so
Low beneath the surface (reality)
When you’re learning how to swim
Just try and keep your head
Above water.
The mirror is melting
Just like the clocks of a
Salvador Dali
I can’t see my face anymore
I can only stare at the knots on the ceiling
Tying into twisting depths
At the end of the pool
Opposite from where
I need to keep my big hips.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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