How to Save a Life

Poems are Life Savers. Little ring candies, sweet to the taste.

Or a bigger, floating ring to throw to a drowning poet.

Unless the poet has big hips, like mine. I can’t fit into a lifesaver. But I can float. It’s all that blubber. And a fat head from holding so many poems.

I can throw you a line. Or a stanza. Grab onto those sweet, squishy syllables.

I’ll haul you to another shore, a place only my words can show you.

Sweet.

published in Garden of Neuro