Prozac Ocean
the land is too small
people tend to crowd
the tide speaks to me
in rhythmic intonations
I spend time with
fulmars, gulls, and wrens
the shore is my trap door
my escape is the Atlantic
I swim in a night fever
green particles bend
currents shift
minnows splinter
I move beyond the red buoy
running out of breaths
slip through a hole
in the salt mattress
I Remember the Dolphin Tattoo On Your Shoulder Blade
you trespass in my dreams / once again I build / a seawall / block you / out / I scream / you flow from / the pores of my metaphors / I am a gutted ghost / you inhabit these veins / I am the unwilling host / I purge / your treasonous body from my universe / you are love’s inverse / every plan we had a crash test dummy /every reflection a story rewritten /every dashed hope a Taylor Swift song / you crush my love / in your glove compartment / you’re gone / I rip the hinges off the door / you’re light / I’m wrong / a splintered river / misses the ocean/coffee is no substitute / I’ve washed the duvet/ trashed the pillowcase / sweat fades / salt remains
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