I am watching the ocean drown
us in a fit of love. The sand sticks
to the alcove of my knees. There is a mother
dipping her child into the water, laughing.
The child is slipping in the sand,
webbed toes shimmering on a long
silver fin. The mother is crying
from laughing too hard and looks
at her feet. Then she is crying from watching her child swim
away. I am building a castle in the sand only for the ocean
to wash it away apologetically. There
is a weight stringing across my chest,
and I panic until I realize
it’s just the ocean, rising.
My phone sizzles in my pocket
and I hear a politician crying
out for Noah. But why
would he want animals
like us? No, I am ready
to go. I hold my breath
until my hair winds around my neck
like seaweed. The sun weaves silk
into the water, and the fish nuzzle me
instead of swimming away. I breathe.
When my feet fuse together, I swim
to the mother, laughing. Then we watch
her toes disappear too, replaced
with a long, silver fin. She is crying
from having breathed too much
air. The water embraces us.
I watch the mother swim away with her child.
The ocean kisses me in a fit of love.