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Phone BoxI could remember your numberMore Like This
off by heart
but I spent my last change on a taxi ride
and a packet of aspirin.
So I sat on the step outside the phone box
and slowly the concrete beneath
me began to flow -
first like bread dough
then like syrup
until I found myself sinking
into water as clear as glass.
It was soothing to let my senses drift
as the water wrapped me in
comforting arms. I didn't have to
struggle anymore.
It didn't matter - that I
couldn't -
breathe
When your manta rays found me
I was lying on the bottom
of the ocean, sneezing.
