ME AND THE SEA

Me and the Sea

By Nora Glass

Me and the lukewarm sea are Velcro

The waves snag me, sickening 

I am the soft and fuzzy part 

The salt is small hooks marching into my skin

I’m going to be sick— 

They’re sticking, slick—spinning 

Into gloryful chunks of sand, 

Clumps of fish swim by and I 

Am wrapped in the lapping water 

Vibrant and shining like an oil slick

Foaming like a beer 

I am the bottle, now bobbing 

Green and sharp and horrendous in its clarity

Not a scrap of paper inside