Plot twist: it was all a dream, the entire⠀
dogged stretch of it, the golden ⠀
sand dunes and the silvertip horizon⠀
everything we wondered and longed for⠀
and wrapped in regret, closure always ⠀
slipping through the spaces between⠀
our toes. And what now; so what if⠀
it was? Didn’t we believe it? Weren’t we⠀
soggy, driftwood happy? I’d like to think that
mostly we were well. Mostly we breathed in
deep and filled our lungs with the irretrievable⠀
now of riding it out into the sunset⠀
or something like that. Mostly we licked⠀
our wounds, the old and the new, ⠀
and tasted salt, recognizing ⠀
the familiar and comfortable sting ⠀
dancing on our jellyfish tongues.
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this made me want to cry. happy new year, marla. love love love <3