an idea like a boat
reversed
with the water inside of it
rather than out
and bearing me nowhere,
slowly
my hot tears hit the swiftly cooling water and dissolve
turning it to salt -- like the ocean
like the vast, unfeeling ocean
I'd like to walk straight into the ocean someday
walk straight and steady and sure
like a queen, like a conqueror,
like everything I'm not
I'd like to walk straight into the ocean one day
and ask it to teach me how to be unfeeling
I would listen, intently, and I would not breathe
and I would watch the seaweed wave to me, unhurriedly:
"Goodbye."
Photo by Elena Kalis
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