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Don't show up just yet, Lord-
things are moving smoothly.
Life is like puking in a boat on churning seas,
but I've got my Dramamine and beer.

Sharks have splintered the prow,
their teeth like rows of steak knives.  
I'm squirming bait, about to be dragged to the sea floor,
food for demon spawn,

but basically, I'm okay.

Anything's better than letting you take over.
All that gliding through love
on a blue-and-gold sea horse,
into your arms to rest
would just be too easy.





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Copyright 2008, Catherine R. Fiorello. All rights reserved.

Cathy Fiorello lives in Northwest Connecticut where she and her husband have raised five children. A family therapist and a worship musician, she has been published at utmostchristianwriters.com and her work is forthcoming in Wising Up Press.  

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