Someday I will wash up upon your shore.
Silently, I will wait for your touch
with a lung full of salt water
turgid

Your fingernails pry apart my jaws:
stiffened from rigor
You scrape your hopes from the crevices in my molars
You dig out your soul from my bloated belly
All the while believing that the past can be
undone

My tongue: swollen
with lies. You will cut it out
My eyes: grey-blue
mirroring the sea that rejected my
body. To where water meets earth
Where self meets body.

I will dismantle you
bone by bone
pealing muscle from ligaments
you fall at my ashen feet

Someday you will wash up upon my shore
where we were meant to be from the beginning of this past
that you still believe can be undone

-Kate Gubert