Bodies are made of rising w a t e r mine catches on the tide to set sailors toward sea flowers I hum to the gentle erosion of everyday softening my body of water it quakes forms a mountain range exposing gemstones as the moon turns little turtle hatchlings home I reach to polish the uncut jewels my eyes, glimmering wells of crystal water rolling rolling molding clay into glazed rice spoon it ladles water I drink as the sea bells sing for forked silver tongues in hollows deep my inner ear canal stuck with algae poisons e n o u g h I float mermaid scales shine muscat green on the eyelids of the moon vanishing into my body water waters boiled icebox
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 