Filet my body
On a day when it rains
And lay me outside on my back
Fill all the way up
This course empty shell
Let the water drain down through the cracks
And water gives shape
To a cup or a glove
If you plug holes and fill up the creases
But beware
That someday it may sink to my soul
And begin to dilute all the pieces
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Currently preparing to spend 27 months as a Coastal Resource Management Community Outreach Facilitator with the Peace Corps in the Philippines. Recently taught environmental education in the Bahamas. I like to read and write and better myself and make the lives of my loved ones easier and happier.
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