a smattering of things
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
i go to the ocean
intent on drowning my pain
i find you there
in every grain of sand
tucked into crevices in the rocks
lurking in tide pools, tentacles reaching for my ghost fingers
tiny pink shells
spiraling in on themselves
like my heart spirals in on itself
without you
is my devotion too much for you?
a convent’s walls couldn’t hold this in
reverence spilling from the eaves in tendrils and vines
do you think mine eyes cannot fully conceive
the depth of your sin?
loose threads 