When I Think Back To It, by Grace Sampson

When I Think Back To It

When I think back to it, it has been a
Life governed by a fear of water, and then
A desire to be composed of glistening, salty,
Oceanic water. But I already am-
As humans, we are 60% water, and 40%
Ridiculousness.
We are ridiculous, you and me, me and you.

You are my deepest tides, the blue in your pupils
Came straight from the Atlantic, as did I.

I never knew why we didn’t live by the sea,
But I will spend the remainder of my life
Striving to. Hoping to. Knowing that at least,

When I eventually get my idyllic cottage by the
Water, my Ted Hughes fantasy of being removed
Of everything, I will remember writing this poem,

And I will always fucking remember how my brain
Determined that every song on my writing playlist

Was a portrait of your closed-off, and burning soul.

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Grace Sampson

Grace has been previously published in The Galway Review and The Lothlorien Poetry Journal. She has a piece forthcoming in Bealtaine Magazine and in the Analogies & Allegories Magazine, and has been selected as EMC’S November Poet of the Month.

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