Myth
I would wade into water retention pools.
Breast-level deep and up to my eyeballs in algae.
I would cannonball into stillwater.
Brain-eating amoebas flooding my brain.
Through the nose, which they’d lace a tube through,
I’d beep to death in the hospital.
But, for a moment, I’d be Lady of Shalott,
or Ophelia, or any one of those waterlogged bitches.… Read the rest