Lost meniscus

I can’t think straight

from hunger and need and distress

Things get distorted beneath the surface

Is anything worth this?

I need to catch my breath, but my lungs are flooded

my daughter needs new shoes, I could use a sandwich

Under the weight of the ocean

Weird outbursts of emotion

I’ve forgotten the shore

I dredge the coral

For a way out,

any door

 

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