The Sea’s Feelings and Mine

When I sneezed

I felt the ocean

come out of me.

It was that feeling

that you get

when you’re trapped under

too long,

and the salt water

begins to pour

into your orifices.

.

I’m not near the sea,

I’m quite far,

miles away,

in a parking lot

carrying a wax wrapped

bundle of scale-less white flesh

back to my car.

.

Out of my sneeze

came a sea demon.

He pushed his way

out of my nostril

and started to question

how he got

so far from the sea.

.

I don’t know.

The sea and I

haven’t seen each other

in quite a while.

But I am not

in hiding from it,

I am consuming

the products of the sea.

I am above

sea level.

.

I ask him

to please not feel offended

by the bundle of flesh

I carry in my right hand.

I wish him good health

and blessing on his journey.

.

He doesn’t look like

a bit of my soul,

I don’t remember

raising him,

so I didn’t feel

immediate loss

when I let him

slip away.

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