Why We Don’t Read The wor(l)d’s safer with no wor(l)ds on paper. The Swimmer Buoyed by my newly light self the density of daily life seems a poor reading of what is. Weighted by the shame of expense I greet the maid and feel worse still about my white and weight. What heavy problems could I really have? Itinerary and passport, map reading, cash. I glimpse your trailing orange bauble it is sunrise and sunset both silent beacon flashes, beckons, out beyond where I daily swim.
2 Poems from a Beach
