Rotten dead roots are forced to bear all
Like the time you jumped in too soon
Because no one had seen you shirtless,
Helpless, or so vulnerable before.
And sitting there with weight bending branches
You relive that rush of chlorine up your nose
That connects you to the moment like a
Bungee cord on some broken down thing.
We came to these places to pretend that
God is listening, and common spaces are
Untouched except for our footprints
That somehow created the trail that was there.
And secrecy sheds it's leaves in the fall to
Force us to bear all the weight on our own.
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