the surface of water
pretends calm
until a bubble of heat

anxious tension can’t hold
present circumstances
so I try to read our future in rolling surfaces,
worried water.

the pop of bubble skins
into crackly textures of mis
outward and upward all at

so distracted by appearances
i don’t see the black of bottoms
until too late
when jagged edge
holes the surface of water

in an appeal for attention.


Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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