July 26, 2020

Water seeps out my ears

The room floods as

My mind extends out to reality

My fingers, toes branch out

Break through the soil

Expecting to bear fruit

Find nothing

But sober dreams

Feel a little whoozy

Clean liver

Minus a little sertraline

Just so the boat doesn’t rock

Missing home

And times before

Corona

Death wasn’t invited

But came anyway.

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