at 710 Cherry Lane
I tried to drown my body and all its pacings inside the deep end of my unkept swimming pool,
but only my right leg cooperated. The rest of me buckled
beside the rusted diving board and looming weed patch.
The morning dove and her mute babe didn’t ruffle a feather.
They didn’t have time for my shenanigans.
Broken ribs on an upside-down umbrella.