deep end

slick and sharp
as a new needle, as a girl
I forced myself

to jump feet first
incremental courage
nine feet, sixteen, thirty-three

pinching my nose
eyes clenched closed
belly coiling velocity

life rushed up stories
to swallow my inches
how we must live

stitching sky and water
to earth, back up for air
miles of unknotted thread

trailing behind every dive
releasing the seam years
and years behind me

2021

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