songs from the sea, part 57


sea stars bleed from my navel, i peel them from
my body, they leave imprints like tattoos

i drowned a plaster-cast of my shadow in the
ocean but i didn’t tell anyone

something inside me flutters like trash across sand
you make me feel like a sea bird just before it gets hit by a car

press your ear up to my heart like a conch
don’t tell me what you hear

when did my skin get so porous,
when will i stop tasting salt

i tried to bend the line between sea and sky but
the horizon is not a spoon

make sure my mascara is waterproof
be sure to prick every bubble my screaming makes.

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