Entangled

You are wound around

Woven into my lungs

You tether my breath

Unsettle my sleep

How beautiful your mastery of me

How complete it is

How compelled I am

Beholden to respond

Bidden to bend.

Perhaps I am the thread

Unceasingly unspooling

Before you.

Small Boat

 

Bites 

    Interrupted

Of 

    By

Her 

    Their 

Fourth

    Screams

Cherry

    For 

Bakewell

    Survival

The Letters

One

You swam lengths

Diagonally 

Your avoidance 

Our disturbance

A lone figure

Cutting the water 

Great technique Dad

What a shame you can’t out-swim 

The sound of sorrow

Your grief will follow you

And one day drown you

That pool was always too deep.

Two

The cord that binds us 

s t r e t c h e s 

through years, 

beyond time and land and pain.

You may think you have it 

severed 

but

the lengths have reached you over and over  tangled themselves around you

body and soul. 

The thread must 

be tended to 

or 

you 

will 

suffocate.