The ocean was a frothy milkshake

Of creatures, seaweed and waves

Where do we grow from here?

The impasse buckling the only bridge we’d known

A cleared path between parked plastic and ascended sanctuary

Double yoked and sensible surrender

cracked you open

Replacing sheer terror with determination

And I ran

To a shame-filled room where, once again

Filthy truth was traded for polite and digestible lies

Who could ever love this

It’s acceptable to wander across your ancestor’s lawn desperately searching for safety or relief in the middle of an unmasked, maddening crowd

Rather than hopelessly waiting for a trail to appear

We planned to nap and dream

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