Stars open between
the trees in which
I’m hiding,
the river catching
their light,
ghostly reflections
of the men
I have known
wink at me from
their watery depths
I play a game,
imagining a
narrow boat
that a family
inhabit,
a small child
running its length,
folding their bed
into kitchen
space
inside, I am
panicked,
knowing that I
cannot swim and
that the forest
is closing
in
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Stars open between
the trees in which
I’m hiding,
the river catching
their light,
ghostly reflections
of the men
I have known
wink at me from
their watery depths
I play a game,
imagining a
narrow boat
that a family
inhabit,
a small child
running its length,
folding their bed
into kitchen
space
inside, I am
panicked,
knowing that I
cannot swim and
that the forest
is closing
in
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