landlocked
i wake up to the scent of the sea
in the middle of the city
and instinctively looked at the seashells
on top of my drawer
i made it, Mama
no more fish nets and conch shells
and bargaining what seashells cost
i am here with my spreadsheets and
PDFs and online conferences and
a boss who messages at 3 in the morning
i am no longer that girl by the seashore
but i can always the smell the sea
when the skies are clear
and the wind is right