Listen
She thought if she listened
hard enough,
the sea would give up its
secrets.
All she heard was the
soft murmur of wave on
shore,
wave followed by wave
after wave,
as the restless tide
ran in
and out—
all night.
Without Words
I am
confused and cold
on this warm
day and I'm
wondering what
you are—
orange skies and tangerine
fish
thinking, because
sawdust in my eyes at
sunset
these dunes are too
sandy
you render me
crystalline caves on a
black sand beach
incoherent and
with a sinking sun, I feel
so
heavy. Like a
stone in a pool
of water.
After the sun
After the sun has
set, it seems
impossible that it
could ever rise
again.
Night
sinks into
the bones.
The cliff face
looks weary.
The sand is hard
and cold. The
ocean curls around
its secrets.
Frogs
I didn't want to
speak your name in
his presence because
I didn't know what
I'd see in his
eyes.
I was constricted,
like a permanent
sore throat, aching
away.
But I don't want to
know sometimes.
Just like I don't
want to pick the
top off that
scab, watch the
blood dribble down.
Instead, I
wrote you long emails
which I didn't
send,
and wrote your name
on pieces of paper,
and threw them in
the bin.
Sometimes, I forgot about
it, and felt anxious all
day, like how it can feel
when I know I've
forgotten
something important.
Mostly, I missed—
you. Him.
All of us in a room
together, laughing over
nothing in particular.
