I might be neck deep in it
quicksand licking at the my bottom lip
but she won't let me drown
I have her hook deep in me
only I'm not sure which one of us
put it there
she complaining I stare too much
and yet doing all she can
to call attention to herself
so I can't look anywhere else
later asking for a phone number
from me I'm sure she doesn't really need
my brain rattled by it all the contradictions
and maybe my cyber nanny is right
when she tells me my poet friend
just wants to have control
tugging on the fishing line
from time to time
to make certain I'm still on the other end
I squirm but I can't escape
and I'm not sure I want to
being hooked and taking it all in Hook line and sinker
is better than being set loose
to have no connection
to drift aimlessly in the high seas
for no purpose
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