Little lakes with 70% water

She’s looking real good

in the jean jacket

I got her,

arms spread in a hug

of fabric and careful consideration

of whether the pockets lined

with some brown string

would be liked

or if the metallic buttons

would shine but not too bright

just so I could be focused on her

when I would give it

and see if she’d smile

and put it on

and look good

and she does–

real good –

wearing it

while cheating on me.

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I don’t know how it happened

but it did

and now I’m bleeding

overtop of a fire

trying to stop it from

burning everything

but I am only a little lake

oozing with 70% water

so I am not much of a hydrant

and even less of a person

because I leak bit by bit

and am feeling quiet weak

and I have barely

put out the flames

that will soon enter me

when I am dry