• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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I can see more than you think.

I am more than your scraps of blue.

Do not be fooled by my slouch.

I am not bound by you but waiting

for my turn

        and when I turn

the ember will catch and steam salt

from the waves, scorch your ropes

strip that decent linen shirt

and blister your name in the surf.