Trapped

A triolet-style poetic take on being trapped, inside one’s body, inside one’s heart, and inside one’s house in a flood.

Written in collaboration with Carolyn None & Nick Chmura.

There’s water above my knees

When the push came to shove
Run to the roof, no time to cheat
There’s water above my knees
To find the clearing where we’d see
Inundation after love
There’s water above my knees,
When the push came to shove

Hips and shoulders, drowning me
Cursed at birth from her above
In the mirror, I’m not complete
Hips and shoulders, drowning me
There’s water above my knees
When the push came to shove
Hips and shoulders, drowning me
Cursed at birth from her above

To find the clearing where we’d see
Inundation after love
We’d lose the ground of our defeat
To find a clearing, where? We’d see
Hips and shoulders, drowning me
Cursed at birth from her above
To find the clearing where we’d see
Inundation after love

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