Broken Open

and survived by wind.

Waiting for another storm

to send this beach beyond wreckage,

but where else could I go?

Boarding windows, listening for thunder,

give me liquor and I’ll worship.

First it never comes and then it never leaves.

Stuck in rot, rock,

shit, sand, and mud.

Noise ricochets across the inlet.

That the earth is drowning. That another flood will kill me.