Rigorous
Volume Two, Issue 2



Tide Pools

poem by Uvika Wahi
video by Reishabh Kailley


there they go
screaming again
ululating battle cries
slicing portions of
blame
slick, unfair
scrambling for excuses when
what they really want is
out

it’s time to go
to the tide pools
pore over chitons
watch sea stars make
lazy progress
until the mind
gives up
and rests

there he is
chasing outlines along my form
crossing out segments he
doesn’t like
criss
cross
dragging fingers along my skull
readying
to lobotomise problem areas

at the tide pools
i could
exist as separate body
as tide pools sometimes do
undulate
as kelp
in soft resilient revelry

there she is
cooling rapidly down
silent
her everlasting mouth snapped stolidly shut
ready to never say anything
again
agreements must be kept
the ebb and flow
of her chest
gone
memento mori

run
run to the
tide pools
hold on
for dear life
the barnacles
until she comes back around
again

(till this clamour dies)
(god i hope it dies)

i am here by the tide pool
taking time
gathering myself
or drowning

whichever comes first

i’ll be here
drinking it
in




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