Swimming Class, Fall, 2009


I sank

into my own
water of thoughts.

She,
right,
my leg,
lifted up,
pulled me up,
on the kitchen
sink,
unbuttoned
my fears,
unzipped
that bit
of reluctance
in me,
scratched paths
I had not yet crossed
and dared to look
me in the eyes.

On the kitchen
sink:
the night I learned
how to swim.

2 comments:

jessica said...

very subtle. i like this very much.

Raffaella Ciavatta said...

Thanks Jess!! :))

 


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