felt like a magic
woman,

magic

mouth of the Pacific calling to me ’til
she could kiss me on my feet. Asked me
how I gone so long without lettin’
these feet come to cozy up with the
swelling of the shoreline and I said
        too long ’cause I almost

forgot how good the pulse of
waves can be against my effort to keep
my pants dry. Forgot how the worship
of her reminds me this blood
flowin’ in my veins is only a shrunken
estuary of rivers meeting seas. Pressed
between skin ‘n bones.

Forgot how the worship
of her reminds me this blood
flowin’ in my veins is only a shrunken
estuary of rivers meeting seas.

when I first went to the ocean I just wanted
to run into the lineless boundary of
her tides ’til she swallow me good
‘n whole.

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Jasmine Sierra is a jaded twentysomething who is a disabled, polyamorous, queer  & black witch/writer. At present, she is a fourth year student at Oberlin College pursuing a psychology major (but having an existential crisis about maybe turning into a full-time poet and getting an MFA instead). When she’s not angsting about this, however, she enjoys reading, swimming, archery, performing card readings, cosplaying, and the occasional bout of crying over fictional character