Sophia

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Sarah Kay - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Sophia

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When we were three, Sophia and I were taken to the beach in Hither Hills. A seagull came and stole our bagels, the sand was awful hot, but the water was perfect on our warm bellies. Fathers lifted us high into the air and we squealed, mothers looked out from under the beach umbrellas. We went for a walk on the wooden pier and both wound up with splinters in our left feet. Matching splinters! Matching bathing suits! Matching wails as fathers propped us up on the hood of the station wagon, mothers found the tweezers in the first aid kit, took turns alternating between holding ice cubes, wrestling our wriggling, and digging out the culprits. I don't think I actually remember this day. I don't think the scene in my head is real— must instead be the retelling of the story that I have memorized and rehearsed— that my mind has filled in the gaps. And yet, it would explain why, twenty-one years later, we can feel the phantom hurt inside each other; how our pains align themselves in symmetry, or in compliment, like mirror selves. How— when the phone rings, your voice on the other end allows me to release my wail, reach out to squeeze your hand. We dig the slivers from ourselves as best we can. When the hurt remains, you, dearest friend, will recognize my limp. You will whimper with me, fully. You will return with me to the hot sand, to the menacing gulls, to the water sweeping us into new and better days.

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  • Sarah Kay