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Cheloniology - Poem Kieran Adamson

I have

choked

on plastic

for too

long.

Cracked shell,

disfigured

around a

six-pack

yoke.

It’s a

long walk

from the

shore

to the

foam, but

I crawled

there myself –

motherless –

returned to

that place.

To oceanic

comfort,

to conch shell

cradle songs.

Never having

visited yet

always having

belonged.

Genetic GPS.

Salt water

predestination.

I don’t

know why

I expected

jellyfish to

taste like

anything

but poison.

Flip me

back

onto my

stomach.

Throw me

back

into the

sea.

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