whenever I think of you
I rush into the sea.
dread that instead hands
may have developed to gills.
yet it’s like this that during the night I sail in you.
man of long dark hair smelling like sea mist
left me waiting on a liquid afternoon.
country, my love
of couples hanging from balconies
green cotton trees
silvery water under bridges
and lonely yellow street lights.
watching the condoms spread over the floor like coal pencils
from the love I didn’t make because you will never come back
I burn with this country at his highest hour
when the sun is a full metal heart
burn amongst water
calling your name, country
yelling to the sea: home
because there’s no bigger name to home than sea.
ride the bike like horses crossing oceans
instead drinking water so I can float to a place
where you return.
This country burns inside like water
I keep waiting for his love
lingering for a water touch
so I can finally be home.
- Ana Marta Fortuna
- photo by Nguyễn Quốc Thành