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Let’s say we’re seahorses. Let’s say our forgotten
     birthday candles have melted
into coral. Let’s say the coral is forgotten too. Let’s say the
     water is repetition. It
is high tide. We have washed ashore. The children scoop us up
     with plastic shovels.
They drop us into half-filled buckets of sandy water hoping
     to revive us. Their
mothers convince them to throw us back.
     Our bodies turn to foam.
                         We are already dead.

Let’s say we’re notorious bank robbers planning our heist
     from our hideout.
Let’s say our masks are big yellow happy faces. Let’s say
     we are bad men.
Our mothers have written us letters trying to convince us
     to turn ourselves in.
We rip them up and smile. We were always disobedient children.
Let’s say we’re cops who have been tipped off, about to
     raid the hideout.
             Let’s say our guns are loaded, and our laughs are loud.

Let’s say we’re liars and none of this happened.
        Let’s say we were seahorses.
Let’s say our birthdays were never celebrated.
                Let’s say we’ve crossed out those times in our lives.

Let’s say we’re convenient rough drafts.

(Originally published here)


About Daniel Romo

Author of Apologies in Reverse (FutureCycle Press, 2019), When Kerosene's Involved (Mojave River Press, 2014) and Romancing Gravity (Silver Birch Press, 2013). I'm partial to prose poems. Alliteration. And fragments.

2 responses »

  1. Let’s say we’re seahorses….yes, lets say!

    I love this! It’s been a while since stopped by and oh what a treat!

    Carry on…carry on….


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