Alone.

Alone.

I type it twice so
the word itself doesn’t
look
so lonely.
Drunk men invade
my quiet spot on the beach
I guess I’m not as
alone
as I thought.

Through blaring music and
   girls in high heels laughing
and through cigarette smoke
and sour breathed attempts
at getting my name
when I’m
clearly
half their age.
A man I have ignored
believes he is entitled to my body
he throws a glass bottle into the ocean
I am watching
the splash makes me jump
I wish it was a flying fish returning home
  maybe a fish is waiting for me to return home
   I run to my hotel room
    and rejoin a sleeping
family.
     Still
I   am      Alone.
          Alone.