this

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 international, Minola Review, The Fiddlehead, Best Small Fictions, and is forthcoming in Augur Magazine.