He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,
But the slap of his sandals echoes into the ocean.
His blood has been replaced with sea foam.
There is a tide pool tangled between ridges of his ribs,
Crashing through his iliac crest.
He arose to erode and
He wanted to drown me, so still
but I learned a long time ago that a body underwater will fight for the surface
even when you want to stay.
Laura Ingram is a tiny girl with large glasses. She has been nationally published in ten literary journals. She enjoys most books and all cats.