Send Me Out Poem by Casey Rock

The light was just about perfect when
you turned away—
it was hard to tell that beneath an orange sunset
the lake was all but
covered in sludge.

Hooray for purgatory—

is it hard to be in love when you don’t want
to be here right now or
anymore?

I haven’t fallen out of love
yet
and I am more than sure that both
of my eyes will kiss you back
right up to the moment you open the front door and
send me out to
keep drowning in circles