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Peligro

Shira Dentz | Poetry

Water ran from its wetness,
dissolvability, leaking for
a home. Trickling back,
sopping what it left
behind. A crack, like a seam
or scream. Water as stitch,
switch, to which nothing bobs.
To float is benign. Drowning
wasn’t in the cards. But there was
nowhere to stop the current,
the present, running towards
wetness and dissolve.