Sinking Poem By Mark Bibbins

Sinking Poem By Mark Bibbins

He takes night as a kind of medicine,
swallowing it with a buck and shiver.
Sometimes a drowning must come from within
and spread stealthily out toward the skin
with the drowsy patience of a fever.
He takes night as a kind of medicine,
his blood expanding as the moon goes thin—
its liquid light is something to savor.
Sometimes a drowning must come from within,
where it works like the fingerprint of gin
on the breath of an unfaithful lover.
He takes night as a kind of medicine
and relishes its pliable calfskin
smack, hoping it will blunt him forever.
Sometimes a drowning must come from within.
Finished waiting for the end to begin,
he’s a thought in the mind of the river.
He takes night as a kind of medicine—
sometimes a drowning must come from within.

Mark Bibbins
from Take Three: 3

Sinking Poem By Mark Bibbins

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