midnight on fine summer nights i would secretly drink
& then skinny dip in the pool as if i was stealing from someone
but it was my pool in my silent dark backyard
under a million stars that were fixed and stared down at my white body
with a bit of that regrettable farmer's tan
i'd hear the water quietly moving as i moved
lapping on the aquamarine colored tiles
and i'd look up at the sky and see the night in the water
my shoulder would nudge the pole star out of the way for a ripple
i'd be afraid of the luminous bottom near the deep end
but then dive down to it through the blindness
i'd go to the bottom of the bottom to touch the cold surface
though fear was never solved nor would go away
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For Stephanie
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