I hear your face
and fear polka dot clouds
I’ll eat orange fruit and
lean into the sun
without shame or regrets
leave me alone
with dresses and wishes
I’ll wish on whatever I want
there’s a parade of ghosts
that have all run out of ideas

so there’ll be no more saving
only patience that grates on the gentleness
I thought lived within me
I strain to swim
the rocks are rough
but when the wave lets me
I’ll breathe again
so grateful for the expected tossing
the bloody knees
the salty hair
the sand all tucked in for later
it’s all just so terrible
there’s so much to wait for
and there’s so much to feel
until it’s over