learning to swima shudder in me like the rattle
of an abacus, gagging from
the tentacles of recall,
of body parts never used for their
intent and purpose, choking on
the anguish of smoke
meant for the purification,
to shed all I know, in a solitude
I can no longer deny,
throwing my breath, suturing shut
the way back to the last thing
I saw or thought or said-
there are nights when my tongue
becomes a sea cucumber,
and I forget to breathe
when it's time, will I remember
in the ruin of my reflections
that I used to breathe underwater,
to discover that it was always
little else, and do I want to know;
the current takes me where the river bends,
perhaps t learning to swim by `jade-pandora
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