I have these memories
my mother & I bleary eyed in your southern kitchen,
the cicadas chorus as you offer us toast
waking us jet-lagged
already dressed in your coffin,
that bathrobe.
I don’t know if it was really there then but
I dress you in it every time you are alive
in my head it is not on fire
yet –

we are kneeling in the sand
me-the bathing suit in all the pictures)
covered by each rolling wall of salt
water ragdoll up & down the beach laughing
it is my first memory of the ocean &
we could just stay here
flame has no time for something so waterlogged

we could just
get a sunburn

Chestina Craig (she/her) lives on the California coast with her cat. Her work has been published by The Rising Phoenix Review, Sea Foam Mag, Button Poetry and others. She has presented her work at The Presidents Commission on The Status of Women, The Young Women’s Empowerment Conference, & more. She has a degree in Marine Biology, loves to meld science and art, and sometimes pets sharks or hangs out with octopi. She hopes that one day she will only be required to wear gauzy clothing, study the ocean, and get paid to have too many feelings. Her chapbook “body of water” came out October 2017 with Sadie Girl Press.