looked like
a sure
bet..
it was rigged
from the
start,
to teach me there’s
no healthy
use for
regret,
never will get the
chance
back
to count my
chips..
to lose my
head,
in such blind
lack of
of
self
respect.
bone raft
barely afloat,
teeth and hair
hold ship
tight,
sink through
surface-
sails set
to air..
out night.
+++
written as the soggy companion piece
to ‘guts of a tree’,
completing
cycle.
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