By Lila Grace
I’ve been alone longer
than shiplap can brine
leather helm and tall mast and
bones withered and dried

small things used to please me
a bookstore or her hand in mine
I braided hair and made poems
just to sing, not to write

but there’s no sound this deep and
only few things can rhyme
with the turbulence and
flounder and passage of time

the bones told me to leave her
that to live I need shine
but Laocoön was all marble and
even his sons had to die

they told me there’s better
bare teeth begged me to hide
but where they see a monster
I will only know pride

so I keep my voice low and
my feet stay up high and
I let my hair fall where
it used to hit light

and when her dark abyss finds
me it won’t see me cry because
how can I not be of sea when
this mother is all mine

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