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September Swimming
Floating on a film of green
Along the backbone of summer
After all the fish-tailed women have claimed their rocks
I may still grasp the last sigh of colder water
And let it steady
My shivering waist
Between its hands
And let the dripping
Skin
Of its fingers
Trace
My
Spine.
And let my hair
Surround me
Drowning,
In my very last chance
To swim
Away from here.
Samantha Phillips
blah. where has all the talent gone.
Floating on a film of green
Along the backbone of summer
After all the fish-tailed women have claimed their rocks
I may still grasp the last sigh of colder water
And let it steady
My shivering waist
Between its hands
And let the dripping
Skin
Of its fingers
Trace
My
Spine.
And let my hair
Surround me
Drowning,
In my very last chance
To swim
Away from here.
Samantha Phillips
blah. where has all the talent gone.