i’m sitting just off the beach perched skillfully on the water
i know the waves come and i laugh
look at me and how i spread my wings, i am prepared to take the sky. while waves may conquer you over and over again i am above all this.
as i show them how to fly and i open my mouth wide to laugh again as a wave rushes in to silence me. suddenly i am choking and spinning.
goddamn you poseidon, i hear you spray and spout filthy trash and warnings of hubris, i understand now, fuck i just wanted to touch that sky one time
when did this water get so thick and stubborn, when did was the last time i knew it? it spasms in my chest and strangles these wings. it used to be so easy, remembering how to swim.
alas, i pray poseidon used an open hand and i am back where i started, then i hear his echo from the crashing waves
“your future is always glass, mother fucker.”
now once more with averted eyes
