if he (in a fantasy) drowns

if he, with his sideways eyes
channeling a shark,
spies

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
girl

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

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4 Comments

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4 responses to “if he (in a fantasy) drowns

  1. somehow this makes me think of child abuse…hands like sinking stones…ugh…strong images…also the vanishing in a wash of hopelessness

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  3. 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.

  4. Pingback: Revisiting April 2012 | Press Send Poetry

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