Shell

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a wing
over a dark sea

looking up from what you’re doing
what you’re not doing
looking up
seeing
what I don’t see
or the same thing
altered

when I was eight
I cut my foot on a sea shell

blood is red sea water

put a shell to your ear
you’ll hear your own blood
howling in the night of your body

but you’ve heard that before

let me tell you another

when I was twelve I had my first wank
afterwards I felt anxious and guilty
as if everyone knew
as if they could hear the blood
still surging through me
dragged by a mad moon

neither of us are looking now
maybe we weren’t looking in the first place

the light is changing

a sea mist Photoshops out
the sea
the sky
the beach

you

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3 thoughts on “Shell

  1. I didn’t – after first reading – but after the second reading I enjoyed it. “Photoshops” was the sole reason for my early dismissal. I thought about why I didn’t like that word and realized it is no different from my references to letterpress or having read 1960s verse that reference mimeographs. I prefer things archaic: Photoshops will be archaic soon enough.

    Thank you for reminding me.

    i like this poem.

  2. I didn’t – after first reading – but after the second reading I enjoyed it. “Photoshops” was the sole reason for my early dismissal. I thought about why I didn’t like that word and realized it is no different from my references to letterpress or having read 1960s verse that reference mimeographs. I prefer things archaic: Photoshops will be archaic soon enough.

    Thank you for reminding me.

    I like this poem.

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