Water
If you are feeling hopeless, then give up hope. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell you to put on a brave face or feel better about yourself. I won’t tell you to wash your hair or pick up the dirty clothes. You don’t know where to begin. I don’t know where to end. We are water. We slosh this way and that. Sometimes we splash up against a boat, a dock, the shore. Fish swim through us. Rocks sink. There are pebbles and little pieces of glass and there are sticks and there are shells and there are fragments of bone. The garbage floats— a plastic cup, a beer can. Some- times the sand beneath us gets stirred up. Sometimes it sits perfectly still.
From Me Then You Then Me Then (knife | fork | book|, 2020), a collaborative chapbook by Gary Barwin and Kathryn Mockler
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