lighter than a glass fragment dislodged
from the hold of a sunken slave ship by a shark
in overfished waters dragged by net to this
grey cove. a shallow rustling freedom of
azure lucidity wrestling the sharp
corrosive salt tricking my edges clean
stealing my taste for blood.
so fragile hands.
pulse filled. soft so.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
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