Tessa’s Poem


She had to remind me
that we once sat with our legs
dangling off the lifeguard tower—
it was winter, and she sat to my left,
but that’s all she remembered:
our legs swaying in the darkness
and the sound of waves
crashing in the distance.

The ramp was unattached,
lying flat on the sand next to us;
it was only the next day, she told me;
it was still covered in my father’s blood.