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Content Warning: mental health
Pam Yve Simon – Seahorses, or, How I Am Trying to Hold On
Seahorses are part of the genus
The genus with the same name
as the part of your brain
that handles memory.
Like me, seahorses are poor swimmers.
I remember that seahorses
must hold on to something
to stay grounded.
I try to think of things that are grounded:
trees to the earth, streetlights to the asphalt,
headstones to the grave.
Things that are ephemeral distract me:
kites dancing in the breeze, crickets singing in the grass,
lightning striking in the field.
I am trying to reshape my memory.
I am digging
until I hit solid ground.
I want you to know:
I am safe.
I am still here,
like a seahorse
Pam Yve Simon (she/her) believes in love and art. She earned her bachelor of arts in English and American literature from New York University. Her poetry has appeared in perhappened mag, Fahmidan Journal, The Aurora Journal, and The Daily Drunk Mag’s Marvelous Verses anthology. Her photography has appeared in Feral and Kissing Dynamite. Say hi to her on Twitter @PamYve or visit https://linktr.ee/pamyve
Photograph: The City of Creatures by Pam Yve Simon
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