the twisty knots of my emotions
sit in a jumbled mess
lodged somewhere between my throat
and the pit of my stomach
the fine lines wrap tightly
around my heart
and inner organs
reminding me of sugi
caught on a coral head
or perhaps lost in the wind
pulled taut
then snapped back
kinked
and twisted
crumpled into a messy ball
and discarded into the bottom
of an old plastic bucket
laying there
buried
under lead, tackle,
and tiny remnants of dried bait
laying there
covered
in salt and grime
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