Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…

How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute

We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large