not sleeping anymore

it still moves

today,
the horizon was dreamlike in the fog—
literally
a movie set.
the ocean waved
and
I was wondering why familiar feels so good—
better than good itself,
sometimes.
my fingers gripped gritty fiberglass
and seawater turned my skin to
sugar melted in sun.
the boat rocked in lingering
exhaust
the same as
when I was 5, in a hot pink
Woodstock life-vest.
water knocked the hull
and foamed at the mouth
before swallowing itself down
smooth.
I hope
the other people with pink noses
and leather shoes
thought it was just salt
in my eyes.

posted by d @ 10:31 PM