Standing in the deep end,
gravity smashes my fat head into my torso at nine point
eight one meters per second per second.

Displaced water supports
my crooked spine,
grabs ahold of me
like a drunk’s grip on a bottle.

Ripples in the water hide my freakish legs.
The bones are snapped and broken.
My skin stretches over titanium bars.
With each step mechanical knuckle joints
snap into place like a jacob’s ladder.

If I tread any nearer to
the shallow end,
I fear
my body will crumble and tear
under my gross mass,
such that
I shall sink

and

drown.