January 10, 2023 - “I am dabbling in being devoured” by Elizabeth Lerman

Still, I am dreaming about the gators, I am dabbling in being devoured, and I am trying to figure out when this started, the fear of floating, because at one point water was meant for me and I miss swimming in my sleep. The moments of calm are so quick, I don’t even know if I can call them moments, and if I’m not being pulled down, someone else is, and I know it’s coming, when we jump off the dock, and I want to say stop, this isn’t ours anymore, and really, it never was, but I can see them now, all the sun soaked scales, and I am always so scared of slipping. Still, I am dreaming of being prey, of panic and its purpose, of being held under for a long time, then coming up for air, of saltwater and sand and the sort of skies I know nothing about.