by Camille Hove

Saltwater

everyone says, “fuck it all! leave!”
but why bother
we carry our sadness inside us
like a caged lorikeet
fluttering against our ribs
I walked toward the ocean
toes breaking against the concrete
(who made this?)
until I rinse my mouth with saltwater
spit
rinse
repeat
the gulls watch, waiting for a molar’s morsel
I keep walking
hips bending irregularly now
jutted toward the sea, so I oblige
strip naked
(is she drunk?)
wade in to my breasts
they bob there
looking at me
before I submerges
hall I surface? why?
they all said, “fuck it all! leave!”
Isn’t this just another form
of separation?

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Camille has been published in The Apieron Review, Rip Rap Journal, and Myriad among others. She’s currently an MFA candidate at The New School. She lives in New York City. 
lspmag has also published Camille’s piece, “To Whom It May Concern
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