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Water Can’t Drown


I had been lost at sea for 87 days

before I realized that I didn’t know how to swim.

The moment it occurred to me, I began to drown.

Flailing flare gun arms, choking lungs taking on water.

Then I remembered what Bruce Lee had said all those years ago

and I closed my eyes and became water.

Searching out someone else to drown with all the other water.

Pulling them down by panicked legs far too hairy

to ever be beautiful.