In September

In September, I’m going to the ocean
After I walk away from the desert
where I left your body
because tears will be scarce
and I’ll choose water over grief

In September I’m going to the ocean
Warm sand stuck between my toes
Filling up the cuts on my feet
Breaking them open once more
Just before they threaten to heal

In September I’m going to the ocean
The water begging me to become
part of something vast, I cry
Salt pours over me, bleeding
The ocean roars with laughter

In September

By Kate Woznicki

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