Circling The Drain Poem by Vonnie Postit

Circling The Drain



when I consider Friday's in between the cracks of puff, pass, out
pass out
time doesn't seem like an arrow with
an intended destination
it feels more like I'm circling the drain
grabbing for something less breakable than linoleum,
and wondering why I am not tall enough to save myself.

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