fergettin
the forgotten
borrowed
on a whim
breezing to the
finish line
I quarreled
and quivered
shook the
water from my back
bent under the load
and tortured myself unnecessarily
was not kind
to myself or the agent of god
and broke the boundaries
which are unspoken
punished with
furies
lashed to the mast of
my own bed
sleeping through nights
of shuttered dreams
and windy nightmares