a poem about belonging
beginning
there were fifty revelers in the pool
gay and unfiltered bodies bobbing like
corks pressed down until the wine bubbles forth
and i didn’t know how to stop the pain
of their belonging watching how all these
fabulous souls were wrapped up together
waving like a coral reef and i waved
too one hand on my top button wishing
i had never come longing to jump in
Penguin Poems 