Don’t Be Afraid

by HANKarcher

Don’t be afraid, I hear
an inflated bikini tell the kid
poised a foot away from the water,
scanning the surface for the guts
to jump in.

But why wouldn’t he be
scared to shit
out of his mind,
never having leapt across an edge
before?
And her
shouting to forget everything;
forget even himself
and the bubbly way his jelly gut would spread across that pool
if he exploded upon landing
slick atop the water
red, then pink as he dissolved
toward her.

Come on, I’ll catch you, she goads
her donut-fed hope for memories.
It will be fine.

And so the kid
he jumps
although he knows it is a lie.
Anyway,
it always is.

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photo Jo ©2012

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