Julia Segal · Jul 7, 2012
flush

i am grey as the sky rains,
whitewashed down
sewage drains and
making rainbow tar
streaks on concrete

i'm waiting for you
bare-backed
and belly-up;
(come find me
if you dare)

all hands on deck,
feet too and watch
my chest heaving,
i cannot breathe.

i am flush with
nerves, take a look at
my waterlogged hand
i am royal.

  (flush me
   down
   the toilet)

 
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