tears
salty on my lips
staining the page
my words an ink blot

micro
grams
of an ocean
pool up and pour out
in waves

I will feel everything
that you cast away

my scrawled words
are hurried, important
to someone

this
is the underbelly
of your neuroses
the things you’ve swept away
you
and those before us
unwilling to look – and here
here they are
pouring from me

I am rocked
left stranded, sprawled out
with salt in my mouth

seven

little

drops

and here we are.

I will feel everything
for you

I will collect your pain and mine
little, rare seashells
the memory of the ocean’s song
through me
of me
is me

I will feel it all
for you
cannot

I am water