There are bottle caps curled in ashtrays
like conch shells. I race to the grains
of my drink. I smoke seaweed. I preen
like a mermaid on the rocks of all the hearts
I have broken.
I can swim in perseverance.
I have been doing it like a habit,
like a tide all my life.
Sometimes I wave at the past.
Even after I’ve drowned my mind in the memories
of my mistakes. There is a certain lack of depth
in my regrets. My soul is a siren’s song;
seducing strength from the sand of my pain.
I have a charming collection of pearls.
And every now and then I like to string them
up and wear them. Just to remind myself
that I will always float.
Needs editing but… well, I’m a bit…distracted right now…