Uncobbled

I am coming uncobbled in a late afternoon sunshine, hoisting my heart along the old brick buildings of the Slip, its lead shards never quite enough to sink me in the river; never quite, though the near-drowning is hell. I assuage the heavy intractability of our history with white wine and new underwear, and, just to be different, take down a number or two to remind myself I am more than the small I feel in the grander scheme of you, the cutout strength in your arms. Evening falls; another sick-pit night to wrestle beside you with the loneliness, sweat through our cheap brown sheets. You should not make the mistake that my love has no limits, or that your tongue is worth the drown.

Poet and professional muse Joanna Suzanne Lee has never formally studied writing of any sort, though she earned her MD from the Medical College of Virginia in 2007 and MS in Applied Science from the College of William and Mary in 2010. Her second full-length book of poetry, "the river and the dead," is forthcoming in 2015 from unboundCONTENT. Under the big bright umbrella of “River City Poets,” Joanna coordinates poetry readings & events from Shockoe Slip to South of the James and writes semi-regularly at the-tenth-muse.com.