IF YOU LET IT
by Kristin Jensen
Now
On the sand
I begin to see
How the sea will
Take us
Willingly.
As matter of fact in its delivery of
The jellyfish, veiny,
Blue on the beach
And your put-
tering mouth on
Mine
You see,
The sea
Holds surfboards, seagulls,
Seaweed, knees, entire
ships
Bubbles break open against your soft neck
With me in the doorway
Your salty bath
You're drowning in three inches of
Water, dear
Here, (motions), stand!
In the water
I can see
How the sea will
Swallow us
Willingly
Willingly! Willingly.