In the water.

Back out.

Control scraping itself on the rocky banks.

Itches attack,

discomfort with myself and with you.

 

You a drafty accordion with dirt in the grooves.

 

The water never ambushes me because I smell it near.

My feet tingle when it runs through the reservoir beneath me.

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