Swimming Pool Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Swimming Pool



I saw a salmon once, like an empty sock
Its procreative powers leeched away
Senile, rheumy eyed, a near-dead thing
Lolling in water, too far gone for motion

I roll around in the weightless womb of the pool
Wings of skin, like grey fins hang from my arms

My body turns belly up and I stare at the ceiling,
Its tiny lights like pin pricks, needling away the dark

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