Bad News
When I tell her bad news
she’s already swimming away
from the sharks in my mouth.
It’s not that she instinctively
disapproves of sharks,
but she intuitively knows bad news
before it swims over the horizon.
Like when I told her that her father had died,
she just kept on swimming
away from my eyes
trying to find a life raft from my words.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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