Women of a certain age.

There is so much water in my mouth, the men around me tend to drown. The world will always have the sun burning all the wet out. I am such a sea. I did not ask to be so heavy. I did not ask to look through these sea glass men. They are just so thin.

It isn’t that they fall short. It’s just that I am so deep a body to navigate. They come with their ships facing me with air. They come with drift wood set on fire. They come with their hands open, but all they ever do is float.

What can hold me but the earth?