i just want to see you underwater

i don't think my days ever felt like this before.

'doubletalk with me.'

today;

i cut coupons

i skipped down my street

i pet a dog that was so excited it peed.

[and now for a new poem]...

i want to be a flickering fading flash

that you see from across the lake

and think me closer than reality

a lightning bug right before your nose

or perhaps a lamenting lighthouse

with a chipped pearl exterior-

calling out for someone else

while you pretend i am signaling your ship

i wish for more eloquence and burnt edges

i wish for paper cuts along pebbled shores

and my dumb little body pretzeled in pieces,

bound in seaweed.