Oh, how sweet it would be to move
to safety, but I cannot tear myself away. I crave salt water today, not on my skin but in my soul. I’m a desert creature now, but I need to wash the grit from my teeth. Yes, I know the waters are weighted and oil slick, as thick as dripping whales gliding in ponderous silence. Dazzling, this ability to muffle the sound of my own heart. It is bright, that unholy silence. Quieting ever thing including the one thing that is always, always on the tip of my tongue. Why is your pillow encased in frost each morning? This is important. Is it because you cling so tightly to the night? Is it because my love is not warm enough? I clap my hands together until the sound is exactly that of coins falling into a parking meter, of the world shaking itself loose of its axis and then I raise my voice in song, sustaining that one note until I can hear the whoosh of everything that came before you folding in upon itself an origami seagull with practical wings. I will it to fly away and miraculously, it does mirrored in the ocean below.
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