Somewhere on beaches where it would be as foreign
to me, they would be lying on tongues stretched
baking
Platters before a sun which would strip me bare
I want to dig in the sand, deep to the compressed layers,
get into the ground before the ocean sucks
me as I would a clam, its entire body torn on jagged tines
from its hold
Surf without me
All the gulls would yell as they sat near me
and would shut up.
