Migrations

by Charlotte McConaghy

I don’t know how to force the world into a shape I can manage.

A life’s impact can be measured by what it gives and what it leaves behind,

I am only the second love of your life. But what kind of moron would be jealous of the sea?

I will have no cowardice in my life, not anymore, and I will be no small thing, and I will have no small life,