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Endless, But We Don’t Fly

Swimming pool, calm and clear and blue.

               Holy water made purer, caustic cleanliness.

               Under those waters, she bathes only her skin.


               Blue and white bathing suit, and tanned skin.

               We are almost grown, yet trapped in this pool.

               Not awash in the black and cold and endless sea.


               Blue is the sky above us, endless, but we don’t fly.

               We could swim to hell or heaven or coastal Maine.

               We stay in this safe place that burns our eyes to tears.


               The sky velvet black and crooked red as the sun falls.

               We will strip out of our bathing suits and fuck fiercely.

               But we are not grown, not angels or demons, only stunted.


               Only bleeding eyes in the clear waters that go nowhere.