swimming in a pool
laced with tragedy
my feet kick only as a reflex of my
pounding, deafening heartbeat,
thudding all over my body,
leaving ripples around me in the water.
i am a wet dog.
i am wearing concrete boots.
i am the child who can not swim
but enters the water anyway,
overcome by morbid curiosity.
i am drowning for my art
i am drowning for my art
i am drowning