Swimming

Drinking thick port from cheap glasses Wanting so much, calling it coping Jaded for the first time and finally Feeling the weight of what that means Craving sweetness like a fruit fly Wishing I could swim in it Wishing I could swim in it Saying I'm sad sounds too simple A candid statement that takes up room Swallow my words so they disappear like Skipping stones across the ocean on a cold day Wishing I could swim in it Wishing I could swim in it This is my body, solid and warm Distill me down to currents and salt Floating on hopes that are buoyed by uncertainty That could flood me, but I will keep my head up Knowing I could swim in it Knowing I could swim in it Drinking thick port from cheap glasses Wanting so much, calling it coping