And it’s been forever since we fell into that ocean,
arms toward the sky and feet tangled in seaweed.
I used to wear seashells in my hair when I was a child,
wrapped clams in sea grass and twine.
Do you remember when my hair was soaking wet,
how it used to be straight and now it’s a mess
of pumpkin seeds and star light and spiderwebs?
Let’s wrap our arms together and sing,
“ashes, ashes.”
Let’s all fall down.
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