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Life-wish Maintenance


An exhausted night-swimmer, homebound,


drips a trail of lake down the county highway’s


shoulder. He’s only seen by gas truck drivers,


and a deputy on watch for greater weirdness. 


The one-player game: swim out


until return’s a major effort. This builds muscle,


lung power, it keeps the life-wish strong as hell.


This is how to love the shore again, the shore


which wants the night-swimmer back,


the halflife of memory 


pretty brief there in the tidal wash.





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