crab parts toss in the surf
the hissing foam white spittle

i am twenty-six, thin, angular
herbally altered, nearly naked

i let out string

Pegasus flies in a blue diamond,
vibrates through my fingers
the tail rolls S in the sky

oils bead on my chest
preserve the white flesh

a dry seaweed peels away,
long, long legs, feet sunk in sand.

awkward seabird

i feel no bodily pain
no ambitions
no opinions.
today,
i am beautiful

08/30/2009

Author's Note: private moment

Posted on 08/31/2009
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