Living on the coast of drama

It sure is addictive
the constant pressure
to one-up
man-up
push the extra weight
off this water bound
airship
into the thicket of
bramble and gator
snake at the ready
venom constant
living can
wear a person
plum out

and that’s the point
of course
bury me in the
downtrodden sea
so I never
speak again

my voice is just
a rat gnawing
at that broken-
down conscious
of yours

but even a midge
has to eat
or how would it
feed the swallows and
swifts
the never-ending
floating of wings?

10/2021

Published by Anne Birkam

I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life.

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