The waves’ teeth gnaw the shore.
Eyes closed, I count my scales.
At what point does a thing become itself
and not itself?
Starlight, always younger than its time,
I am my own origin.
For some, life is like swimming the Atlantic
without getting wet;
for others, the most pleasurable drowning.
Everything begins and ends with the sea.
Tell me, what was Adam and Eve’s surname?
Appeared in Right Hand Pointing, December, 2016