in the South, a body might do that, orit makes a body feel some type of way.Here rounding at the knees to support the body as it carries my keepings up the hill; wrists in coats as a body walks around the city; picked a hair from my shoulder, but it wasn’t my hair. A …
The bull kelp’s lines runlateral to the shore. They swing through the brack: loose rumor shivering larger as it spreads.From land the kelp punctuatesthe difference, stipples a space not here and not yet deep, and salt breathes from the split. I am herebecause there are no dead. To walk in their shoesis unlucky, to lose …