Jan

In a room with no air a gray man talks about scripture, soloists, a casket spray. The word spray roars in my head. Spray like soaked my breasts that night. Spray like droplets on the Dangerous Riptides sign noticed too late. I leaned on that sign as I waited for the cops. Sobbing, shivering, tasting salt, I hoped for your sake it was quick. Quick as the water took my shirt you tried to save.