She is salty lipped ocean throat Warm morning fog Mixing with her overcast
I want to place my head on her treasure chest Listen to her wet ruby cascade and thump A metronome for people who dance lightly
She is a mildly ******* mermaid Born with the deformity of legs
We were all born a little bit broken I tell her
I know you’re a body of water I want to drown in When home feels like it’s so much bigger than these four walls But not much stronger than the skin I’m in
So here’s to jumping off cliffs With the hope to land a little painfully So evolution might give me the wings I was meant to be born with
She walks like a riptide Often risks drowning in the off chance
Nature might be kind enough to understand What it really means to have sea legs
This is for the soft shelled crab Who was tired of the heaviness of home
For the mockingbirds who never studied music So they copy sound Sometimes really annoying sound But they hear the beauty regardless
For the Dumbo Octopus Who clearly watched too much classic Disney
The beluga whale who can crane its neck When its sonar song of home is not enough To know their kids are coming back to them
For the penguins Who are fine being flightless Because they’d much rather swim
They didn’t think it was stupid When they wished they could be different
And she is the ocean Hips sway like a high tide approaching Hiding sirens’ secrets Skeletons in her closet Lovers who have lost And drown in her pitch black
She wears the water like a second skin Smiles like the wind is pressing back her cheeks
She chokes on sea water Drowns a little With the hope that this place might feel more like home
Sometimes home is the hardest place to get to But there’s nothing wrong with going home
This will be the summer where I will actually go to the beach regularly.