Today, everything should
have been right.
I was at a close friend’s
house, having a big meal,
and enjoying myself.
Shooting the shit with
my brothers and trying
to forget the panic I
experienced earlier in the day.
The things I have done to myself.
We went to the pool after we ate.
We dove in. I cramped up.
I started to think we should walk on
water. What a miracle that would be
unless someone starts flying,
then walking on water would seem