As big as a migraine,
with people who wear limited faces,
the saltwater kisses the lips of the bridge.
When I was younger, I would toss
chunks of sourdough to the birds who were mad
enough to dive towards the waves.
If they became too close, close enough to nip at my fingers,
I would drop the whole piece below.
- - - -
Comfort me once, only once more.
I'm
Sorry.
Only once.
