borrowing time on the edge of a 10 foot pool

and — the crack of the waters’ rapids —

jinx links putrid and garbage rotting

into linen and lint baggage;; pricking

the lines of the tiles& coming coming

asphyxiating and gurgling the foams

that crash against within whore

and crushed = cemented, crackling

and bursting in piousness love and

lamination. ions that plague my pores

and thrones and the sticks that bleed

into chlorine++urine. silly. silly.

silly little twigs at the pool.