Lately I've been thinking
About all the hairpin
Turns I've gone around
Too quickly
And almost eaten
My own ***
Straight into
A tree
And mostly
I've been thinking
About all the
Ships I've sunk
With tiny
Needle. point
Holes
Thousands
Of perforated
Perfunctorily placed
Sailor sabotage
All of those ships
resting at the bottom
Of my halfway conscious
Self
Because I'm afraid
Of being the barnacle
Brained woman
That I am
Clinging to the bellies
Of the sinking
Ships I've carefully
Cast into
The depths
And lately I've
Been wondering
Why I've never been so
Lucky as to
Hit one of
Those needle poked turns
As fast as I could
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
Lately I've been thinking
About all the hairpin
Turns I've gone around
Too quickly
And almost eaten
My own ***
Straight into
A tree
And mostly
I've been thinking
About all the
Ships I've sunk
With tiny
Needle. point
Holes
Thousands
Of perforated
Perfunctorily placed
Sailor sabotage
All of those ships
resting at the bottom
Of my halfway conscious
Self
Because I'm afraid
Of being the barnacle
Brained woman
That I am
Clinging to the bellies
Of the sinking
Ships I've carefully
Cast into
The depths
And lately I've
Been wondering
Why I've never been so
Lucky as to
Hit one of
Those needle poked turns
As fast as I could
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