2 poems

1.
a gain
becomes
again
and again and again
that’s so typical
so typically
predictable
angered by
a fever again
I wake up
and see
there is nothing
to gain

2.
you swim well
which I envy

if I were better
I’d be
out there
every day

I’d move
away

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