Spiral and swerve
It doesn't matter that it happened.
Not that you were ever much good
at fighting it.
No, it slips in with your excuses,
in between your disappointments
and what-might-have-beens
Much like an ant colony discovered
one day under the floor boards,
or the way your neighbors
cheese-and-cauliflower casserole
odors crawl in along the plumbing;
oh how the cold presses close to you,
enough so that it gets inside your toes
to where they feel much like someone else's.
The things that you thought you'd gotten rid of
dumped into the trash bin
along with the ravages of dinner.
It doesn't matter that you're back
same as if you never started--
like reeling in a large fish from the
rolling waves of the oceans;
a few feet in, more out.
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