From Swim Team by Jimmy Marble. See the whole series here.
Swimming season is here again.
April 27
This mangy gray sky is like a rot in the belly.
I put on the black shoes and wonder why
they are comfier than the expensive brown ones.
I feel a good energy in the room when
groups begin speaking and reading to each other.A take-out box left behind by someone
is a valuable sheet of paper
that I run back across campus for,
with caramel tucked and flaring.The feeling of my backpack on my shoulder is good.
The muddy green powder I slug down
above the black hall
is like a light wide open on the forest.The quelling automaton of my inner self
needs the warm, thick rye beer of afterwords.I successfully avoided any mention of sports in this poem.
supplement text: Alien Tatters, by Clark Coolidge; art by isabel reitemeyer
Second chance !
Acrylic paint on print.
Reportrait Project !
N°1 / Nassim Guammaz shot by Jelle Keppens.
