“It must be her,” I thought to myself,
“she’s the one he runs to late at night.”

Until one morning,
When I, myself wandered off
And in the cold grey hues of the ocean at dawn
I tore my dress on the jagged rock
Inhaled the sea salt brine
And dove down deep
To a forgotten world where I became
Calypso.

I have ten thousand hearts now.
They float in and out between my ribs
Like fishes through the coral reef.
They come to rest on my tongue,
Like sunlight dappling across the waterlogged sails
Of sunken ships.
Bits of me littering the sea floor.

And nobody is more young
Or beautiful
Or free than me.

The threat of being left for another is insignificant
When sailors jump from their decks
Just to catch a glimpse of my radiance.

I’ll throw my head back with laughter
And out of my mouth you will hear the thunder of a tempest.
And when the sky blackens,
You will shudder to behold the gods.