I and the sea
Carrying on our epistolary
I loop my admiration for her heaves
And she loops my ankles
In silky cold

Cake and wine
But I dump the wine
Onto the rug, tawny and new
My mother falls silent
Eyes stagnant as an empty bath

Bludgeoned are the backsteps
I run up and down
Snagging my skin on splinters
The dog twisted
On the lead

Going to the sea
The rain comes and the
Plosives rock me, cradles
And the shawls of slime
Over the stones

Slip me on like a negligee
Old night that flints black and gray
And the oarship
Dotted in red and green bulbs
Take my secret with you