There is no ocean here,
no salt water or waves.
There is only tap water,
flowing over broken glass.
There is only you,
pouring a glass of orange juice
in the refrigerator light.
...
Remember when i fell and chipped my tooth?
i was walking my dog,
the sun was scorching and golden,
the air smelt of freshly cut grass
and cherry-coke.
My dog spotted you across the road
and ran.
I tripped on an uneven crack on the sidewalk, and
the pavement was sticky-sweet
when i tumbled upon it.
I hit my chin so hard on the ground
that i began to bleed;
metallic blood mingled with spilt soft-drink.
I did not even cry
until I realized my tooth had chipped.
You had taken a piece of me once more,
and I think there is a metaphor there somewhere.
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