my shoes in a dream and my feet in them in awful brackish water where i found indian drums and later a man tried to kill me for them

i woke up again to rain already feeling the wet seeping in to my bones wondering what water means to me and if it figures in my death

why water why do i never seem to escape love and death within your cool green and blue brine at once i breathe then die

bhagiti 9.9.07 perrysburg, oh