Catch and Release

I still reach for you

in the space between

reality and reflex.

Still expecting

to feel you flip

like a fish under my fingers

and not floating belly up somewhere

in a container marked biohazard.

While I am still here

swollen and sore,

refusing to contract,

to clench down 

               and release.

I wait as if not left,

gutted and gasping

like an empty fish bowl

still full of hope and fluid.

2 thoughts on “Catch and Release

  1. Raw, honest and the use of the word ” gutted” brought this to the bone.
    It’s the kind of writing I wish you didn’t have to write but if you did, I’m glad I read it.


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