Another year is coming to an end but my old t-shirts will not be back— the pea-green one from Trinity College, gunked with streaks of lawnmower grease, the one with orange bat wings from Diamond Cavern, Kentucky, vanished without a trace. After a two-day storm I wander the beach admiring the ocean’s lack of attachment. I huddle beneath a seashell, lonely as an exile. My sadness is the sadness of water fountains. My sadness is as ordinary as these gulls importuning for Cheetos or scraps of peanut butter sandwiches. Feed them a single crust and they will never leave you alone. Copyright © 2016 Campbell McGrath. Used with permission of the author. |
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