Stranger

it’s me it’s obviously me.

No coaching prompts this time — just some unhinged late night musings 😘

A river running 
Through my veins
A tributary
My heart’s remains 
As a tribute to the part
I played 
It was the longest run on Broadway, babe

A ribbon hidden 
That secret place 
Flowing, choking
My blood, replaced
It comes, it runs
Off cresting waves 
Misread confluence of blues and grays

If you’re the source—
Surge forth,
Purge shores 

But one fork flows South 
And the other goes North  

And for what it’s worth 
My storms blend earth
From the muddy bottom 
To the topmost berth 

So the river takes space
And rough waters erase 
The truth of no proof in
Reality’s gaze 

And yet, it’s engraved 
In the banks of a strange 
Body of water 

Self fulfilling,
Estranged

Yours truly looking fashion forward at the Middle Fork Salmon River in 2012

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.