mayfly
for that one you can never resist
Published in
Jan 6, 2021
once we were young
we were nymphs
we were dun
baby-fat tender oblique
maybe I looked like some bait for your hook
something the bigger fish seek
you circle again — I am sick of this game
always you lurk underwater
I don’t have a clue what I must mean to you
maybe your mother or daughter
. . . I should know better, I really know better
I should know better
a vacuum above but I’m choking below
my wings press against cohesion
I’ve given everything
surely you know
this is the end of my season
I spin & fall
for you
again
a mayfly on the wind
