Hey guys,
This poem was written not long after a pretty intensive surf. It kind of made me realize how much of a sick fuck I am (in regards to not knowing when to quit lol).
Till next time,
Justin
Caught Inside
by Justin Gil
my teeth filtered the salty brine as the waves passed, the edges of my nostrils turned raw as I wished my lungs were gills. each brackish blueish-green haymaker rocking me more than the last. my head bobs like a buoy as my brain fails to keep track of basic maths. I recognize the familiar glint of an orange epoxy blur and crawled towards it, and consider going again.
This poem was first published in I Don’t Belong Here and Neither Do You