E.P. Rains

I double knot my emotional baggage around my ankles and jump into the deep end of my new lover’s patience. Let me sit cross-legged on the bottom with algae slicked tiles under my thighs and stay. Let me sift through the detritus with my puckered fingers. Let me drown in the depths of their understanding. A prayer in desperate bubbles – gasping for air. I know that I bring you nothing but the displacement of my mass, spilling over the edges of your life.