We feel the waves
before they arrive.
Though our thinner shells
make us more alive
to pain—we can’t help
but let the world in.
We feel the waves
before they arrive.
Though our thinner shells
make us more alive
to pain—we can’t help
but let the world in.
This poem was featured on the literary blog for Slice magazine during my time as the blog’s Poet-in-Residence.