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i need to start an ocean

i think i get this anger from you

January 24, 2019


you stick green stars on the shower curtain and say
i want you to see the sky everywhere. but
i spray plastic off the walls and
watch them churn down the drain with my split ends
the shampoo that runs down my back streams in white frothy clouds;
i do not need you to give me a sky.

that night i go to bed with a wet head
and the ceiling cuts green through my eyelids.
you constellate every careful thing that touches you so don’t try and give me a sky
i pull skin off to protect my eyes from the messes that you inspire
it is so cold with just my bones, but now
at least i can sleep.

water pools to my knees and spills out across the tiles
here i look for yesterday’s seaweed
here i pour baking soda on the ground and scrub you out from the grout
here i fish clumps of hair and mangled plastic and bits of skin out of the drain
then scatter everything across the bathroom floor
you see? i scream, pulling tangled kelp out the sink,
i do not need a sky when this is an ocean


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  • Johanna

    That last sentence though...

    almost 2 years ago
  • paperbird

    i always look forward to reading your writing—you pen with such eloquence and dignity. i particularly love the line “and the ceiling cuts green through my eyelids.” your personification and word usage is masterful, as always.

    almost 2 years ago
  • Andromeda

    You portray raw emotion very well here, this is an amazing piece

    almost 2 years ago
  • asteria

    wow, the depth of feeling here is incredible. your piece portrays the pain and and fury and heartbreak with such originality

    almost 2 years ago