Strolling hand in hand with my sea and vegan leather scented lover, I feel the sea’s jealousy. But many times I envied the sea for having my man, and more than once I dreamed she drowned me. My ghosts are all made of swirling salt water that tastes like tears. Haunted by a fear that threatens to overwhelm me and silence me, I thrash in my sleep on long nights. But tonight my lover and I dine on the pier and he gives me crab dip and hush puppies.
Miniature Moon 