I am always breathless by the sea.

You say you like the way my hair shines;
I’m done already, I’m out.

I tell you how I see the world you say I’m such a girl.

Explain poetry to me, and you give me words
such as romance, roses, and rhyme.
You ask me to explain literature, and I say,
“Go home tonight, have a dream,
wake up tomorrow and throughout the day
tell everyone you meet about your dream,
and then ask them what it means. That is literature.”

You laugh.
I look at you with an empty look.

How I wish you were the sea.

© Copyright A. Marie Kaluza 2014

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