(There's something about summery Saturdays that make me space out)

[northern_magic]

And then I dreamt I was something
with dry soft skin, ridged spine, knots under my shoulders,
my brain stumbles as I haul myself out of the water with arms too short.
A second time, while salt burns against my wings, I burst out.
I see, in the sky, sketched in white on blue porcelain
Jupiter.
I cry out. My voice warbles.