A Cargo of Green Hearts
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my heart breaks every time I touch the sea.
all these comings and goings, the tides with their silver breath, the many-doored fog in which all directions are one the long sunrises that evaporate night. the sound of gulls penduluming the air chip all my memories into little pieces. I will throw that glass into the waves. the brine of saltmarsh leans inland to touch my nose with the tip of its dense tongue. it tastes like the sex of primitive gods. the tidepool is full of secrets. starfish are stitching this fragile earth together. if you meet me here, anything could happen. we could get lost in it. a hundred thousand years ago the ancestors of whales returned to the sea. they never came back. their voices lengthened, their word for yes stretched into hours, so long so quiet you could lie down on it. Comments are closed.
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