Jordie Albiston
stroke
—o —stroke —stroke —lonesome
swimmer —heading out regardless
—the water is your friend! —we watch
you windmill your way within sharks
—want to jump through that hole in the
ocean that darkness but don't —it is
thirty degrees & lovely up here & kids dig
the sand & lovers walk the pier & all that
one can drown oneself in anything fluid like
liquid assets see glory see love it's the same
old story it won't ever change one just keeps
on kicking one keeps one's head just above
