Wednesday, August 4, 2010

"Don't believe the stories about life outside your town." -Suzanne Buffam, from The Irrationalist

Portrait Painter



I went to the pond

and swam to the middle


and submerged and began

breathing in as deeply


as I could


and all the fishes weren’t

living and the seaweed


wrapped itself around my

feet and it felt weird


and it must have been

around noon because


the sun was straight

above me


and if it had a face


I would understand if

it was smiling down at me

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