if he (in a fantasy) drowns

if he, with his sideways eyes
channeling a shark,

her dress clinging
to curves over-
bursting with youth…

[how he loves the preening
the prancing the pressing,
the way the fabric stretches like
a second skin]

if he, hands like sinking stones,
reaches out, the

vanishes in a
wash of hopelessness
like a trail of oxygen
dissipating by drowning…

4 thoughts on “if he (in a fantasy) drowns

  1. i feel like if i comment i might compel people to read the poem in a certain way sooo i'm going to refrain… at least at this point. lots of strange thoughts in my head with this one.

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