NaPoWriMo Day 11

In My Fantasies, The Mules Can't Save Me

I watch this awesome show on the
Discovery Channel about crab fishermen
in the Beiring Sea--someone nearly dies
in every episode. I like to imagine myself
in that pitch-black ocean after getting knocked
off deck by an icy wave, bobbing in my orange
rubbers. All the sea creatures just beneath
my feet, my cronies tossing ropes
that never hit their target. My lungs would be
too cold to yell--the storm would be too
loud anyway. Nothing can swim well enough
to save me. I'm by myself on the surface,
just for a moment, before I sink.