The echo of your currents
Heart like a sieve, finely-spaced
Scalpel-edged, chewing the husk
Of your tentative intimations.
I line up seashells on the seafloor,
Mosaics of evicted mollusks
Shattered, opalescent shingles,
A room with proliferating margins.
White as the neck of a clam,
An origami fetus suckling
The briny nectar of her own