jonah

no one is talking about, not since I stopped believingin the power of words to give birth to my dreams.  Like Jonah. Swallowed. Smellinglike krill slime sticking to thewalls of a soft, rubbery bladder,all I can see is the darkness  of my ignorance. I grope aroundlike a beetle turned on its shell.  spinning around the stainless floorboard.