At night in sleep the ocean beckons to
my tears, Come home. Come to rest my brothers.
journeying back, down my cheek to the sea.
Cut in half, as sandwiches, are they plunge
not yet smashed or squelched, static in midair
Inextricable struggles consume my
a ship, capsizing. The sea is its tears.
For now I’ve realized, I am the broken.
|art by Sarah Anne Stinnett|