"kleinmond" poems
i was nine and small
mouthed when i found
what would be my suicide note
in a bottle by the boulders
at kleinmond
at the time i believed
i was too smart for this world and so
paradoxically
i could not understand
how love could ****
children are foolish in some ways\and in some ways fortunate
sometimes what is not meant
to be will be
and what is meant
to be will not
but if everyone had just one
person i don’t think it could
be called love
although i don’t know what else
it could be
when i think about how
many people drown in my town
every summer
i wonder if maybe it was never intended
for us to learn to swim
i could make a similar
argument about love
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC