memories of

under a stony ribcage blossoms tradition
and history hides in a bed of moss.



on this beach of a thousand grains
waves wash the eye of the land,
unbraid hair-

I see fish
and birds
but only for their bones

and I have never felt so-

a dog-shaped hole
leaves paw prints on dunes
destroys

a castle
dismantling fraudulent kings
graves wait inside

sun is a watery giant
how he rises each day
only to have his liver eaten out

and I would eat the remains

a wave
separated from the womb
unbraids hair

release from my grip
shells, or
fingernails

but all I see is

a New sea