The jellyfish are not real, but they WILL sting, and their sting will wake me.
You can’t see them; it is night time.
But I HAVE to swim.
The water is demanding in its invitation.
I hope that by bobbing under I can swim
beyond them into open water.
Surely they bank, or school, or ride
together.
Or maybe they bob too.
int/17
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