Like Me
A Poem.
“Like Me”
I want you to want to be me a pearl unstrung grit in its shine, mouthful of creek biting the line. I want you to follow me down deep enough to drown, your gloss going dim on my silt-wound skin, you gulp, then swallow, I want you to follow. Held under with me, the mouth of the creek unstrings the thread of the precious bead, gnaws it free. You shimmer like me, briefly, then less. I want you to enmesh.
Well y’all, once again, thank you for reading.
Should we go fishing? :P
I’m always cooking up more to share, that I just can’t wait to post. As always, I’m writing, editing, deleting, rewriting, pacing, muttering, communing with the dead in the meantime.
Oh, and look out for PARKING LOT coming March 3rd!
Ok. Luv you. Byee. 😚
—Ramona Moth






This reminds me of the odd peace and surrender amidst the fear felt in late-stage drowning. River sirens, never again… Great stuff!
this is so good! 👏🏽