• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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Tidal Pull

tongue at low tide under hot sun      dry and heavy
try to speak & words sink in      thick-soled
awkward squelch to pull them up and out
to speak toward the island of your ears
somewhere      between the mind and mouth
scissors      sharp & hungry
cut these thoughts to pieces
for you
to paste together     & you, my lighthouse, do