Oh, this

a sunbleached orange color
there’s something in my mind
sitting like a baby-
knees bent, legs parted
to balance clumsy body.

It’s the question of taking a
deep breath
before near drowning
just to satisfy the waves,
to fight off the bends.
But I’m still an escapee
in a less-starched jumpsuit.


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