caves

caves

‘These are my caves’ I gesture with outspread arms

to the rooms where I drown, revive and drown.

Dark waters never heard low tide

Waist deep in the basement

Welcome to sludge life, baby you'll hate it here.

But look at me, trying anyway

Nothing to prove

No one to prove to 

And still failing along the bell curve

of trial and error

Cataclysmic outlier.

I tuck in my corners like envelopes smothering

scented letters to nobody

Climb under myself

Perceivable dimensions reduced like sauce to resuscitate

Cocoon the bed, floor of the sea

You know where I'm at

You know where I be

It's so over; we're so back. 

Dry yourself off: it's the year of the snake.

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Sam Woodbridge, January 16, 2025

Inspired by: Inner Acreage, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer