2005/swollen.wpd

(Not finished revising)

All the doors are swollen
from the rains, and have
to be pushed and kicked
to open.
I try to convince you to avoid the kick,
and use your shoulder instead,
but I fail.
My eyes are swollen too,
from tears. And things that make
me feel kicked as well,
like a harbor seal clubbed on shore.
A harder negotiation
and one I’ve much
less chance of winning.

3/7/05