Fool

A poem

something changed between me and seashells.

i'm a fool for them.

i sweet talk their ridges.
i weep into their whorls.

let me climb into an oyster.
sleep.
cling to her abductor--
an atlantic ache.
hair soaked in brine,
barnacles like jewels.

like, the richest lil beachcomber
like, sweet 4 shells
like, happy as a clam

like, do you want to see these bivalves i found?

p.s. hiiiii! Thanks for reading! Thanks for being here. <3

Happy pride! Seashells are gay!

<3, mary

The image is a photo of mary’s white hand holding 5 different sea shells.