the day after they found you
a wordless homage to ophelia
i walked down to the shore
and conversed with god
trapped in a seashell
you're writing me letters
from out at sea
and your handwriting
is not quite the same
but it's all sealed in salt
you've got me on the deck
at last, and i cover
your eyes with my hands
they're in the wrong place
but that's okay
i can't untangle
your legs from your skirts
and your skin doesn't fit
but i've given so much
it's okay, it's okay
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
the day after they found you
a wordless homage to ophelia
i walked down to the shore
and conversed with god
trapped in a seashell
you're writing me letters
from out at sea
and your handwriting
is not quite the same
but it's all sealed in salt
you've got me on the deck
at last, and i cover
your eyes with my hands
they're in the wrong place
but that's okay
i can't untangle
your legs from your skirts
and your skin doesn't fit
but i've given so much
it's okay, it's okay
