Tuesday, March 6, 2018

EQUANIMITY

Sailing. 
Seasick

heaving
on the slick

deck of some
swollen

little vessel—
groaning nauseous

gripping
the seat. Pathetic, but this

is somehow
vast-

ly preferable
to what's underneath.

Anxious—
doesn't really 

do the feeling
justice. Any minute 

now I 
might be—hurled

blindly 
from the warped ship

into a freezing midnight 
sea.

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