Contributor: Brendan Gillett

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I must feel like the ocean
how I dry on your skin
how I let you float on
my back, weightless
for once
how I have depths
that your light cannot reach
how you try anyway
how the salt water drips
how I pool
how I envelope you
how I am tidal, flowing
in and out, advancing and
receding, leaving ugly things
uncovered, returning and
preserving with my
salinity even as I
corrode

I know
how I must feel,
how it makes you forget
that even the ocean
is finite


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Brendan Gillett doesn't eat candy for breakfast.