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How do I make words happen when every time I approach that core my feelings slip from my hands like wet soap

and the tighter I grasp, the faster it falls.

So humour becomes detritus, the plug in my crater lake;

and I become a caldera.

With volcanoes at my rim,

and the scars of prehistoric lava flows,

and a deep, deep ocean.

I show my therapist the jet skis parked at my shore,

and the tranquil fishermen,

and I hope she won't ask how very cold it is at the bottom.

Description
How do I make words happen when every time I approach that core my feelings slip from my hands like wet soap

and the tighter I grasp, the faster it falls.

So humour becomes detritus, the plug in my crater lake;

and I become a caldera.

With volcanoes at my rim,

and the scars of prehistoric lava flows,

and a deep, deep ocean.

I show my therapist the jet skis parked at my shore,

and the tranquil fishermen,

and I hope she won't ask how very cold it is at the bottom.