You forgot to feed the gulls.
They found me, raw and resigned
on the mound of collapsed sand castles
and made me the queen of their vagrant colony.
They paid me in sand dollars.
We waged war across the beach,
and on nights of defeat, I fed them
stories of a thief who married the Atlantic.
Let’s pretend you never left
me bare and broken, stole years
of memories and lost them to the sea,
promising, “In death, we can finally part.”
I’ll forget you wanted this.
High tides returned your body,
pecked and bloated, and I realized
you always remembered to feed the gulls.
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Sam Eliza Green
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