• the tide goes in and out
    breathes and pauses
    falls forward to the back
    pushed away by the other hand
    sew it to the sand
    see how well you can hold it back
    catching something
    it does not last
    not in this
    place

    freedom

    falling to the floor
    running away
    out the door

    freedom

    grabs me by the hand
    tells me no more lies

    the tide goes out and in
    shudders and grinds the wheels
    falls back to the forward
    unlace the laces
    tear out the frills
    let it fall from cupped hands
    losing something
    it will not last
    not in this
    place