Sweetdark

by Savannah Brown

which is sea? mom says i won’t have you afraid of the ocean. then she says get back in.

still it drifts in the non-place between the two: feeling alive, and feeling like living

seven billion sunsets and here’s me, convinced we’re seeing the same one.

it’s alleged that every eight years my cells are made new and so how will you know that this me is the one you love?