- Vol. 04
- Chapter 03
These are the things we cast off.
A wedding dress
spreadeagled on the shore
limp as a body bag.
Inside: a still-beating heart
that flutters with the wave pulse.
The sky is blue as a dart frog.
The wedding dress is a plastic bag
to wrap around the pale beak of a gannet.
is pressed on the beach like baby’s breath
between the pages of an old book
while jellyfish splay themselves;
tiny glaciers melting in the sun.
The heart keeps rhythm with the tide.
Above, a lacework of clouds
lift their flimsy petticoats
as sailing ships weigh anchor
and drift like something
risen from, or returning to, the sea.