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wind: slow
rain: heavy
sun: gone
lighting: sporadic

she said she hated me

i kept a sailor’s vow
promised to come home

she took up my anchor
i bit the chain
teeth all shattered
but a smile that shone
hers too

i play guitar
on the deck
with her name
tattooed across
both knuckles

when they bleed
i rub sap and grease
into the grooves
and howl like a child

midnight at sea
her hand on my cheek

–
i could be a romance writer
if i didn’t hate
the damn thing