Air dense with brine and
Sorrow, stinging my twice-
Bitten lips, the sea encrusting the
Corners of my vision. I cannot
Remember how it feels to open my eyes
(I am ankle deep I am knee deep I am hip deep).
Blood pools thick beneath
Wind-salted cheeks
Pomegranate seeds and
Rue in my pockets
(and stones and stones and stones),
Heart buried beneath water and sand
Yet somehow still beating in my
Throat.
And if I take another step? If I let the sea
Float me back to shore or otherwise
Deeper still? If
I become water, become foam, become?















