around the world and back again

she says she wants to be buried in the sea.         that 

she doesn’t care if the salt scrubs her skin

raw. if her head swells up to a balloon.     she wonders

what it might be like to feel free, to float

on the surface of an endless 

sky. 

somewhere there’s a mother cradling a child and

the ocean’s in their eyes. 

somewhere all the doors are pooling open and

                somewhere

the stars are right up close instead of broken and

    cracked and dead.

somewhere there’s an ocean, she thinks.

if it takes death to bring her one she'd be

alright with that         too.