the first time she made me feel safe
wonder wheel shock
red like v-day florals (flip flops touching, “cliche but… i hope…”)
round and around (winter tan line, “wow.”)
burning thru my seatbelt like salt lipliner rubbing against barren lips.
i woulda bet the entire $2M ocean view there’s no competing skyline.
SPLAT!
seawitches, we were.
scalps so close seaweed dreads knotted together.
breath so close, our spells combined.
mantra-ing:
you make me feel safe, you make me feel safe.
you seahag, merqueer.
you seafood special,
you ferris wheel.
yo, before the ejection,
was i ever safe?
attention: boardwalk waste mngmt,
another loner, coney island baby, entrails need to be hosed.
another sandy fool.