I drove to the bridge three times yesterday
To count the Asian carp
Shadows emerging under the surface
Smuggled in like a mystery they invaded
Claiming what was once native
Unsure how high a dive
Water mesmerizing another time
Making it lately too plenty
The sunlight catching her flow
Damn, I love to swim
I’ve put meat in a zippered bag
Inhaling the fresh smell of plastic
Hints of blue and green
Over the hue of a banana
Startled by an agonal gasp from chambers
I hear flack for pulling out my brain strings
There’s 1000 and more ways to survive
To breathe into the belly
Instead of restricting my breath in presence
Falling down below past darkness long
Where my head hurts with the morning birds
With joy and pain I accidentally uncovered
A warm storm shelter shipwrecked
Where I returned to the stars
But only ripped in quantum fragments
Legally unmine sunk into erasure
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