Seapunk
(Poetry) "I know we were looking for blue. I know underneath the concrete the roaches and snails congregated and conspired against our faith."
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Seapunk
Annie Hendrix
There is a current running out my eyes,
blowing like Sahara dust
across the dunes and slacks.
There is a hint of green in your reply.
I see it—
wish I didn't sometimes.
Yeah, I know we were looking for blue.
I know underneath the concrete
the roaches and snails congregated
and conspired against our faith,
and the octopi recoiled when
I pulled free from the dirt;
wrapped in sea mud and thunder,
I sank my teeth into a seething fish,
grew legs, and learned to breathe.
Still, although I’ve been rockin’ the legs for a while,
I miss my tail,
and fishnet on my fingers,
and shells in my hair, I do,
I miss my scales.
Land critters, pssshhh—
I’ve got better things to do than
prance around like some demigod.
So drown me.
Bury me in mud.
You know I can’t take the heat. Thanks for reading!
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Every Day, At Least Once
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Holding Space
When I listen to what's inside I remember the brushing grass, the whispering leaves and the soft wind plays my ear like a hollow flute There is a sense of not knowing, an empty cup, and I must fill it up with aspirations— I must. Deeper down there is a hunger, a longing to keep it empty, to bathe in t…
I'll keep this one.
You know, I think I heard this siren in my dreams at one point. Hauntingly beautiful.