By Delila Bevan Zavadsky
Pounding lights match pounding headache
Swimming incessantly
Metallic foil clings to skin
Fleshy bodies- slippy and slimy, brush
Conversation wet, lingering and dripping
They’re smooching, smacking their lips
They gurgle and bubble
Wriggle and sway to hypotonic currents
Gulp down bright liquid and munch on pills
Soon they no longer swim in straight lines
And yet
They seem to know where they are going
I swim against the current
Eternally lost, I flounder
Drowning in the masses
I cannot breathe underwater
I do not belong
I am invisible.
