long walks on the beach

by Natasha King

the moonshine a white blare,
the algae a wet bloom
on the sea.
            who found the ocean
            unknowable, again? i make wisdom with her
all night long: waves of watery grain,
the thresher teeth of my human body. i need sleep, but lands
            the sand such sloppy kisses on my soles,
i lie face down and lick the fragrant anemones
in the dark where the deepest tide pools.

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May 15th, 2019

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