I hope the buildings swallow me
and spit me out on the boardwalk
I hope I crawl towards what we call
potent
and old
I think I am an octopus with 8 legs
and 8 souls
and they all wanna be a lady who crotchets

the radio is laughing at me
I was yelling in the crowd
not that long ago

the uber driver
can smell tobacco
from my broken nail
hands
and swim suit

i left so much sand in the back seat
he called his honda
the beach

– sheila c.