What the water wants is hurricanes
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss
and land to sun into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow
reminding me to know that I'm glad
That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
And I have a sister somwhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small
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