Beach


The mocha really was as good as I'd imagined
My resentment for small dogs still constant
The bird cry really sounded like a child
May you have a blessed day, the woman whose voice was a rock in my shoe said to strangers
People trading tips on the best vacation places while vacationing
We were all complicit in this tangle
I wasn't confused, just annoyed that not everything was going exactly according to plan
I wished for the season to be over, meaning, tourists
I wanted it empty
It was Sunday
Hopefully they would all leave and take their chatter elsewhere
I couldn't handle blather
"Very fun," one half of the couple was repeating
Projecting her voice impressively over the sounds of the ocean
No, the crying was really a baby
Some people don't know when to stop
I will never own a dog
Definitely, they all insisted multiple times, apropos of their keeping in touch
Finally, they parted
What I wanted was total silence
Too many species gathered on this shore, all of them overly vocal
The speaking woman continuing to make kissy noises to her captive creature
Then carrying him down the stairs, which he could not manage alone
It did feel good admittedly to be out in the world, even if it was all gritty and scratched me
I felt like a person again
A woman hushing Skyler, whom I wondered, child or dog?
I calculated the odds of having a daughter, as if gender were real
Noting the sons of my friends, as if that were how chance worked
I'd dreamt I'd had two sons, exactly as I'd hoped not to
Though once, as a younger person, I would have said I'd rather parent boys than girls
I'd had such a bad girlhood once I was no longer seen as a child
I didn't know how to act, feel, see, or be, and nobody told me
I thought myself wholly devoid
Actually, I like to come and spend mornings outside at the bay
Despite the constant clang of buildings being built
I need to buy a winter jacket
Write a poem about stampedes
Write Neil and Cheswayo
Send one million emails
Humidify my home, so I don't dry of dryness
I'm gonna be totally okay
Maybe buy two jackets
I'm going to be just fine


作者
Tracy Fuad

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