enough, she said, as she walked
through the mud and into the sea—
I watched her float out and then
down. When I realized this time she
had returned from whence come we all—
her phrase—I turned my back and bent my neck
and produced a small sea of my own, then agreed
(enough) and walked away.
Theric Jepson is the author of the novel Byuck. He is online at thmazing.com.