Me and June, we go out to the ocean with our raw anger. Take the chaos out to sea. Not that it’s much of an ocean adventure. Even the whales want to escape it, throwing themselves onto the land as we throw ourselves into the waters.
It spits, ejaculating bile: broken bottles, hypodermic needles, the occasional missing person, bloated, nibbled, and blue.
It’s the same though: our ocean, the briny deep, Neptune’s domain.
When we get a mind to drown ourselves here, we end up back on the beach.
And still, at night our efforts dry away with children’s sandcastles.
Author bio: Amanda Martin Sandino is a Literature doctoral student at UC San Diego.
Desertification is part of 101 Fiction issue 12.
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