Sand seeds

I’ve become an urchin of the sea, a beach bum, a woman homeless on the sea and not homeless at all waving from the waves on a surfboard I’ve never tried before only got to my knees salt down my throat and calcified on my lips in white crystals. Sand in my scalp like dirt in the rows of a cornfield, I wonder what will take root if I let it stay sit and sprout. A nose crinkled in the sun, pinched with red rays. I drink a gin and tonic and watch the limes drown. What’s going to happen is I’m never going to leave – even when I do – I’m never going to leave. The waves will linger in me when i’m sleeping anywhere.