• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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You go on, you sit,
you watch, I'll do the planting,
I'll do the walking, all
the movement will be my
own. You relax there, snap
a photo of me in motion. I
will always be blurry to you.
I'll do the diving in, bear
the swimmer's weight.
I'm sorry I brought you here,
wish it could be undone.
If I had known the ugly I
was prey to, I would have
shouted warnings. If I
had known the teeth
under the surface, I would
have said, Just stay there.
Just be still while the big
fish are passing. So much
I would have unsaid, but
unsaying is not an art
which gives me much practice.