I do not understand the sea; I think I never shall, But every time I stand upon her shore, I hear her spell She calls and I am bound to sail Upon her bosom’s breadth, But lack do I a worthy craft; Instead, I wear a shell. – Gemma Seymour, 13 July 2015

yours, just the same

perhaps you believe that i do not see what you see do not know that my body is formed of shapes that rarely appear spontaneously in nature and i, walking, passing draw my lightly reddened lips to a thin crease staring at my telephone as if i did not notice the reflection there which was mirrored in your slightly horrified eyes (did […]