anathallo – genessaret (going out over 30,000 fathoms of water)

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we looked hard;
i stood on the bottom.

calloused tiptoes,
splintering wood,

break up, come back together. genessaret.

i want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm.
each one i throw is moving somewhere.

oh, let me go.
i will go out, out, out, out
past these yellow ropes.
i am not afraid.

they sway there like
the shredded ones hung
from my parents’ tree
where i pumped my legs
and i broke into sweat.

i never saw my face
in the bird bath mirror,
red as blood
and i was tired.

for a minute short, there was a wonder.
a sense after the momentary weird blur,
in the sp-ce of expectancy
when you wake,
when you open your eyes.

when you expect to see the same thing that
you’ve seen. first, the ceiling:
grey from great oak.
grey from great oak.
he’d thrown his net over us.
(stringy hands, stained gl-ss)

and all his sounds, the same today.
but my body changed.
something in the salty sheets
was pressing in on me.

stuck and stinging, i keep rolling.

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