The Lights Go Out Some Nights

and I’m 12 againin our old hard-sidethe water clear and coolon my sunburned skinas I hold my breathwith my eyes wide openignoring the burn of chlorine I try to count to 60 mississippiat least 5 times in a rowbut by 3 and 30 mississippithe convulsing startsand it’s just so hardto keep yourself underjust four feet…