by Shereen Asha Murugayah

Salt Water

The others are a head taller but it’s the swim cap
that’s making my baby hairs scream.

The whistle shrieks
and I crash through the water,
cheers skimming the surface.

My goggles start to fill up,
salt water stinging my eyes.
I kick to stay afloat, trying to empty them.

Somebody won, I’ve forgotten who
but I never lost again.

– – – – –

Born and bred in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Shereen is currently pursuing a doctoral degree in Dunedin, New Zealand. Her first published poem “Dunedin, October” was shortlisted for the Poetry Kit Summer Competition 2015.

lspmag has also published Shereen’s poems “Floating” and “Flatting.”

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