10:29 PM 8/5/00-Abstract
waiting for someday to drown
carry me with it into the cool of water
filling my dry lungs
so parched from screaming at you
killing my own ability to hear
my voice so painfully loud
an ocean I could bear to drink
to quench my startling thirst
mouth cottony rough from a million times
a million words I’ve carried in my mouth
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