Be anything, but don’t be what you feel.
Your eyes wincing against the sun,
your hair tight against your scalp,
pulled this way/that. Come to shore and the wind
picks up, whips you cold and old.
I am on my hands and knees inside my head.
In the mornings, I arrest her brown sparkling eyes
before they can tear out my heart.
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