swamp thing
I’ve done not all good things.
I’ve said not all good things.
I’ve been not all good – things
have made; things haven’t made see-saw.
Things have made more like an hourglass; not in
grains. Things have made more like a figure – the one we never seem to get, ourselves, quite right at the
hip.
Pull. Dip.
Sway.
Please don’t lock me away.
Please don’t lock me under eye and board.
Please don’t lock me away. Please stay.
Stay.
Away.