Oct
21
suspense
my heart lives there
in a body i barely know
excitement
fear
hope
it races
against salmon in the mountains
against the maillot jaune
against the big cats in the plains
and wins
one could say
and one day
perhaps it will bloat
and pop
and deflate
settle slowly down
the way fish rise up when dead
to shift on the top of the water
that’ll be it
that’ll be all
a broken balloon on the water
me
out of my warm nutshell
but how can one know
without the going?
