by Adina Polatsek
reach out and touch me
so what if it will be no good
if it will keep me crawling
out of the night if it will
always be sore like a child
hold me by the river
even though
the day ends and the water
flows and the fish die jumping
take my hand as we hop
stone to stone getting our legs wet
let’s just lay down here
in the water I would make
a perfect body still
breathing slowly head back
as you like it and somewhere
in the reeds we’ll find some
kind of life
we can do it together
everything we’d find floating
away while our hands were tied
with skin and hair there is a way
out if we are brave and we can
keep it on
close my eyes for me
and whisper that we’re leaving
it all behind the quiet rooms
and empty rooftops and all
the sickness we bore witness to
water leaving our mouths
Adina Polatsek is a writer from Houston, Texas. She is currently studying at the University of Texas at Austin and has poetry published or forthcoming with Apricity Magazine, Soundings East Magazine, Welter, and Moot Point Magazine.