The Ionian
As my foot left sand
I leapt into a different self:
a dancer in the under-sky.
Doubts can't swim -
they live in cities.
This satisfaction is imbued in salt -
I want nothing.
My fingers slide in the direction of the hills
through surface stars,
the water in me reunites,
kicking.
I leapt into a different self:
a dancer in the under-sky.
Doubts can't swim -
they live in cities.
This satisfaction is imbued in salt -
I want nothing.
My fingers slide in the direction of the hills
through surface stars,
the water in me reunites,
kicking.
LJ Ireton, 2024
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