Ultrasound
I was seven when the sea turned
on me, tossed me sideways, stole
my footing, sloshed me to shore
like a weed. I stood in saltwater,
sandy hair stuck to my shoulders,
stunned. When I saw the pearly spine
in the ocean of my body, heard
the static flutter, it was like that:
a grief unleashed. I said her name,
and the waves overtook me.
What could I do but surrender
to their swell? I shed years
of longing like an old skin,
stood reborn, then waded in.
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