Never mind how I arrived here.
I am a swimmer at the bottom of the pool
With my hand stuck in the drain
Fighting desperately for a breath of fresh air.
There are some people sitting around the pool
Admiring how long I am able to hold my breath,
Talking about me, pointing to me like I am some
Kind of hero, saying that they envy my
Position in life.
But I am here at the bottom,
Desperately trying to wrench my hand free
So that I can come up to the surface
And begin to live once again.
Taken from the 1987 issue of The Wire Harp.
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