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fisherman

by @liz-paola

I am aware of red flags and really aware of the possibility that these lead to red rivers: red running rivers in which I am floating face up have you forgotten: I am able bodied? and able bodied as I am I am equally swollen with boredom weight and the weight of boredom and the perpetual presence of the inability to see my toes (if I lean back far enough) and with this body (and that body floating in the river) I have filled a lake of tears and blood and semen and oil that you have fished in and taken from in that river I am stained red and blue and so are the towels I used (we used you used) oh fisherman retrieved my body (if you get this message) because I am calling for you from heaven you are weeping and heaving as you hoist my body from the river it is too late, fisherman it is no use to pump red and blue (purple) water from my lungs I have filled myself with it in its airborne state and I am watching you, fisherman from the skies and the sea in every carp you catch and whether you eat me or spare me fisherman I am perpetually grateful to your choosing of my choices
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