I am flying home on swimmer head flutters. My down filled sleeping bag modules, shape to the waves of air as we descend into caverned trenches.
A complete rep of chlorine water circulates from each breast stroke flap as my swimmer heads bob and keep me afloat. I am a flying container of warmth looking to host an outrigger of a sportsman tonight. He will sleep inside my flesh and I will digest his stresses from life. Ode to the sportsman who flees the mundane ways of the norm, his anxieties will fuel my nutrient stores.
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