A Fish Out Of Water


The wiggling wasn’t working.

For all the Time it had, pulled the meat to satisfaction, pulled the world past, pulled.

The Time had come.

The Time, misinterpreting my history, my understanding, my Time.

IMG_5923.JPGI’m never swimming in Lake Ontario again.

 

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