How I Feel About Lakes and Rivers

Rivers and lakes flowing gladly Around dead things deep down inside Dead cans, dead fish, dead bodies I cannot fathom it, and yet I can. My friend Kim said that her boat got caught up once It felt like they were dragging something heavy with their tow rope It felt like they were dragging a car, until it loosened itself A man’s body was found a day later in that lake I can barely eat fish, knowing they are eat dead things Dead things is what I think about when I look into the dark murky waters Thinking that you could step on a rusty fishhook at any second And have to have a tetanus shot. Rivers and lakes. Someone else’s dessert.