Dead Bodies Float By Trina Stolec

​Dead Bodies Float

I always heard bodies were
ashen-white or pale gray.
Her’s is almost colorless
like wax.
Brown hair licks polluted water,
knuckles crack the wet barrier.
Strange –
the body floats.
            If she floats,
            how did she drown?
 
Tiny waves undulate
though she quit flailing
ten minutes ago.
            Energy doesn’t disperse
            serenely.
 
I watch the water
rock her to sleep.
            Already
            she starts to sink.
I pull the rope
to the dock,
wind it neatly
on damp planks.
            It’s not my fault
            she sunk.
            The life preserver
            never made it
            close enough.
            I could have jumped in,
            but Daddy said it was
            sink or swim.
I don’t swim well enough
for two.

Trina and her black cat, Icabod, travel the Realm of The Muse conjuring poetry and allowing it to escape into Collective Cosmos.  A party often ensues since the pair is always accompanied by at least one of Trina’s many personalities.  On occasion, they pick up a musician and, under the moniker of Logic Alley, the Intrepid Duo take on the fight for Truth, Justice, and The American Way (non-revised edition) on stages across the area.  At other times, Trina puts her acting training to work and pretends to be a normal person.

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