Debora Schwartz
Freeland, Washington, USA

Making the Rounds Again

Ghostly white clouds drift across a blue sky. I sit where the water tickles my feet, scooping up wet sand to let it ooze between my fingers.

It’s been two weeks since he said it wasn’t going to work. I was certain this time he was the one.

another receding wave—
the sting
of a jellyfish