right hand pointing

K a t i e   L o n g o f o n o

 

Dive Away

 

You get lost in the sea. It is days 

of sifting through shells, sure 

there will be a sign—a starfish 

with four legs or a bit 

of steel. Anything with angles 

to shred myself against. 

You said to swim on 

but I'm already back 

with the brine, in the lap 

of the ocean. Frothing 

for your body. I know 

it's around here, I'll wait 

and wash home to you.