drowning in a city is
easy, smog covers
the scene, you
can choke
as loudly as you
want to and your
next door neighbor
will have the decency
to look surprised
when the ambulance
arrives; he does not
know you, nor you
him and that’s the
problem, or maybe
the solution to
everything
drowning in a city
is easy, stay outside
in the rain for too long
and people will assume
you plan to melt
into the sidewalk
stop breathing for
a minute
and everyone will think
your lips are blue from
the cold, look out
at the skyline and
smile because who wouldn’t
want to go with a good
view, there is always happiness
in the small things in
the city but they just
get overshadowed by the
big things so easily
there areso many big things
all around
you drown quietly
while you admire the
skyline, shadowed figure
floating in the pool
that is the feeling of
being forgettable, of being
a mere speck for those
living in the tallest building
drowning in the city is easy
and not uncommon, that’s why
no one will try to stop you here
no one will look at you
and see anything out of the ordinary
if they see you, at all.
I thought the repetition of the word “drowning” made the poem very powerful. And, as someone who has lived in the middle of downtown Los Angeles, this poem really resonated with me how everyone just passes by everyone else without seeing them. I liked how you showed the duality of this experience, both good and bad (and good in the bad and vice versa).