tells me stories back forth

pendulums move above our wrists

chestnut curls blend with wild

white banshee hair

we peel red apples

throwing these over our shoulder

being told this can reveal initials

spouses to be

laughter merges with sun

our little brother babbles

he is the apple of our mothers eye

when first I met sea

she offered me mercy

her sight cleansed each pore

remembering when I was a selkie

a water nymph swimming

the lapis lazuli bathing my soul

promenading bare foot

something within deepest pores

keening kindling cradled

perhaps it was freedom given

my grandmother sits in her high seat

she tells me what is given already is there

for it belongs

old spinstress wayfaring wanderer

come wander each wonder

my pheromone unknown

If I were to wed

It would be the sea

Only the ocean belongs to me!

April 5th 2026 number 11 I guess