Even If

by

Claire Sosienski Smith

I'd still do this even if nothing comes of it
You hear that through the window? You gotta be
the sea, kid. You gotta be relentless as you roll in
& out, waiting for nothing, loving it for the sheer
joy of pressing your cheek against the damp
sand. The sand dries. You do it again & again &
every day you will wake up until one day you
won't. It's not today. That's all you know
& that's all you need.

Claire Sosienski Smith is based in London and grew up on the south coast of the UK. They spend a lot of time thinking about poetry, prison abolition and Phoebe Bridgers. They tweet @CLAIRESOS.