Sunday, January 06, 2013

Claustrophobia with Orange Cap 

The way somersault
circles us, so long stuck.
We stir the air with a doll’s arm.

Oar, pull away. Breaker, tip us over.
Show the vantage point of the submerged
clouds wrong side up

Where we go who knows when
the knot gives way. Who, unlaced and dangling,
can almost see the ground.

(first appeared in Red Booth Review)

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