On the beach where they played the shell game,
my eyes looked out to sea.
Walking, forgetful of last steps over broken sand,
I wished then
to know nothing, wanting only to fuse
with the fog rolling in, to reach
the city of light shining, surely,
over the horizon.
I had fallen in love with the water
and after years of fighting
its rough salty waves, I was washed ashore,
over and over myself like sea glass,
head over ass.
My pockets are empty.
I have let go of all I have known
to stand here, to look both ways
Wendy Chin-Tanner is the author of "Turn," a poetry collection forthcoming from Sibling Rivalry Press in March, 2014. Her poetry has appeared in a variety of journals including The Mays Anthology of Oxford and Cambridge, The Saint Ann's Review, and The Raintown Review. Wendy is a founding editor at Kin Poetry Journal, a poetry editor at Stealing Time Magazine and The Nervous Breakdown, a staff interviewer at Lantern Review, and an online sociology instructor at Cambridge University, UK. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband, graphic novelist Tyler Chin-Tanner and their daughter Maddy.
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