Tread Water - Poem by Matthew Christopher
I want to feel nervous, sweat.
I want to be uncomfortable, forgettable
I want to die in the desert,
drink sand and see stars.
Let's say we're alone.
We're in a desert
with fine chalkdust sand,
it floats in the air around us,
mist in every laboured breath.
What if we were in the sea
If I'd known,
I'd never have learned to swim.
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