What if I walked down the stairs and across the parking lot. Through the hwy 90 traffic. What if I let my bare feet sink into the wet sand, before letting them trail a slow line of prints all the way down to the agitated shore.
What if the anxious waves were washing over my toes when I slipped the restrictions from my legs and freed my breasts from their cage. What if I took a deep breath of thick, salt air before walking headstrong into the restless sea.
What if I walked until my toes couldn’t reach?
Until I was so far away that the self-absorbed cars were mere memories.
What if I swam until the sound of the surf became the beat of my heart
and my lungs exploded from the breathing it in?