Empire Of The Senseless

It was 90 years 364 days before I was born when I saw them dump Marguerite into a pit in the ground. I screamed at the sea with all my 11-year-old might. I told her I hated her guts. I made her feel ashamed to have rolled over the castles I built in the sand. I told her I’d never move for her again. ‘How could you let this be! You murderous divine! You coward! You sick monster! I wont let you live with this twisted fate you’ve dealt. Fuck your tides and fuck your gaze and fuck your might in calling my name. My mind has made up your powers. My soul is out of your reach. I wont leave her for dead!’ I stop yelling at the ocean like a lunatic and get back on my bike. I’m headed to Dove Street. Not the one with the canyon, the one that dips down the hillside. The one that climbs up to the one with the stars, the one where I laid beside her on the warm cement, she put he fingers on my tummy for the first time. She asked if I wanted chocolate. Then she jumped up, smiled wide, and ran inside. I thought she’d never co