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Look at that boat, big leaky boat. It sailed around once, cruised, flaunted, floated the world.
Then it hit hard, now it’s cracked and it’s broken, and there’s not enough buckets to hold all the ocean, and go on.
Sometimes I sit on the jetty and watch as it continues sinking, I find myself thinking, “Perhaps I’ll get on?”
I can’t help but think I don’t really belong here- Unmerited warmth, plus I’m dry and I’m bored.
This big book of truth that so many have memorized, I get lost in the pages more and more every day;
With ‘ians and ‘ites, ‘ostles, prophets, disciples. Familiar faces- my cold-footed friend Jonah
And so I retreat from your house and your people, dive into delicious pain, a texture so beautiful.
I.
If I climbed aboard and put on my face, at least none would suspect, I thought any different.
I’d use all my strength to hold on real tight, then maybe we’d sing our songs of pain through the night.
I.
I perch on the sinking boat, far from the shore. Carefully calculate and filter my voice.
Composed and sophisticated, I’ll open the times. A whirlwind of stories of flags and their cries;
With the ‘ists and the ‘isms and the ‘itians and ‘olitics, it’s man over board, as I retreat from the
shouting. From all of the papers that stain my skin- Roll them up, throw them in the fire.
Promise one day I’ll understand.
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