KYLA BISCOCHO
we were on your balcony, / the waves nearly drowning out our words / and I pulled my sweater tight, dampened by the mist, / as you pointed at the hulking metal structures / which you told me were oil rigs / that lit up the sea for miles / reminding you of Christmas trees / floating at the edge of the horizon….Continue Reading the smell of the ocean hit me first.
the smell of the ocean hit me first.
