the hardest
this was one of the hardest poems i've ever had to write. i think it speaks for itself...
Ghosts bumped into my sandcastle at the beach once.
They weren't gossamer like a bridal veil--
they were four hollow crabs
fine as origami
gargled up in a wave's full lip.
When Aaron died
they burned his body
and our fingers released him
like the final sigh in a supernova blast
into the murky world of
shipwrecks, coral,
and letter-filled wine bottles
pierced by an oil rig
before they could reach the intended.
Whenever the Atlantic
exhales a wave onto me
I like to think it comes from
the place where
his first molar
the one with the cavity
oozed down like a snowflake
to crown some lucky Mermaid.
I stand at the shoreline,
crab family in my pruned hands
understanding the earth only
in terms of gravity--
and how the ocean will
always bark in seashell prattle.
Ghosts bumped into my sandcastle at the beach once.
They weren't gossamer like a bridal veil--
they were four hollow crabs
fine as origami
gargled up in a wave's full lip.
When Aaron died
they burned his body
and our fingers released him
like the final sigh in a supernova blast
into the murky world of
shipwrecks, coral,
and letter-filled wine bottles
pierced by an oil rig
before they could reach the intended.
Whenever the Atlantic
exhales a wave onto me
I like to think it comes from
the place where
his first molar
the one with the cavity
oozed down like a snowflake
to crown some lucky Mermaid.
I stand at the shoreline,
crab family in my pruned hands
understanding the earth only
in terms of gravity--
and how the ocean will
always bark in seashell prattle.