Float on brave faces
A poem
Published in
Feb 1, 2021
You can breathe underwater
if you blow in and out really fast.
I discovered this when I was young,
but I’ve been scared to try it since.
I can’t shake the feeling we descended
from water apes, bits of hair covering
us in streamlining places. Too bad
we have to shave it all off, an act
of control. How willing our oppression,
like a line of buoys in a lake we don’t dare
swim beyond, where the grass might touch
our feet, or maybe it’s the limp hand
of a murdered lady. I have a friend
who can float for hours when I dare
not even go in. It’s fine. It’s all fine.
We deserve it. We deserve everything!
© Trapper Markelz 2021
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