sand on skin

on Saturday, April 27, 2013


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scooping wet sand in cupped palms,
it trickles between fingers, treacle i
rub it across my skin, white and
pink and goosepimpled like
supermarket chicken breast. inspecting
the particles, black cream brown and
transparent cubes, sticking to me like
so many limpets; forearms, calves, the
small of my back. the fleshy fields
on the inside of my thigh.

sinking back into the sea they
leave me, a galaxy of microscopic meteors;
a salty surrender.

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