It looked like a memory
Of a painting that hung on the old parlor wall
By an unknown artist,
A world I used to wander into,
Like Super Mario in 64.
It looked the way freeze pops tasted
In hot July.
It looked like the deep end
Where I bobbed on my back,
Flailed and failed to float,
Wanting so much
To be a mercreature.
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Escapril 2020
PoetryA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
