clear-waters

I’m going to go buy a pet fish just so I can name it Clear Blue Water and then I’ll hire a friend and name him or her High Tide and I’ll pay that friend to walk in and out of my room holding my fish tank and I won’t ever stop singing CLEAR BLUE WATER, HIGH TIDE CAME AND BROUGHT YOU IN…

Text message received: November 6, 2013.
I know you love him as much as I do.

God, we were the girls left on the sidelines,
weren’t we?
He kissed me with your lipstick on his mouth,
and you watching. He kissed you
with my heart tucked into his breast pocket.
We stood each other up, when he left–
stacked like a tower of blocks,
too easy to tip over.
We cried our way through it.
You were the softest sunset I ever got drunk with.
We strapped the bed sheets to the rickety mast
and sailed our way to clear waters.
I didn’t know you could love someone
for loving like you–
for falling into the same honeytrap,
the same flypaper.
He was poison in the water supply;
we were drying out around his name.
Nothing could make up for
two girls knee deep in false promises,
wading our way back to shore.

I hope you’re doing better, now. I hope,
when he calls, you don’t answer anymore.

—  CLEAR WATERS, by Ashe Vernon
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Views of the Hidden Beach, located on the Marieta Islands in Peurto Vallarta.  This secluded paradise, with its sandy beaches and crystal clear warm water, is believed to have formed decades ago when it was used as target practice by the Mexican Government in the early 1900s. (Source)