she tells me its magic. this. she opens her hand. what? this. i don’t understand. i look around her. all i see is light and air. give me more than this. i am empty and i want to drink. she asks me what i’m looking for.

i want something to float on that doesn’t sink. she ushers me forward. it will be a long time. i will have to wait for eons. what will happen after that? you will want something that doesn’t float and doesn’t sink.

Carol Krause is a poet who keeps looking for freedom in the wrong places.  Carol’s poetry has recently appeared in PRISM internationalMinola ReviewThe FiddleheadBest Small Fictions, and is forthcoming in Augur Magazine