drunkg1rl

The summer before her chest hollowed out, ribs bowing around vacuums, her lungs ballooning new geometries. The summer seas invaded body cavities, feral and chemically sweet. Her body became a gondola ferrying pale, diminutive hopes across the wide strait of your pelvis. Oceans shifted gingerly, unborn into the intimate dark of throats, heart chambers, marshes between thighs. She drew the shores around her close, paranoid. When they got to her she'd filled her mouth deep with different types of char: love, anorexia, Quaaludes. Marrow coagulated and stopped ebbing with the orbit of the moon. Her heart smelled like day-old fis

The tide pulls in and sine waves intersect, surf scalloping and cresting, small, breeding pearly foam into sea breeze. Your breath pulls in, skin washing over collarbones, ribs expanding to swallow oceans–– another kind of wave.  I feel my soul swell and fall into place. The tide makes eddies–– gulls cleave shimmering half-circles in the air, partition wind with meat, voices. Sand swirls around my feet and is dragged out to sea–– Your skin makes eddies. Conversations sink like round stones and your toes open wide, sweeping arcs in the sand. My heart beats just over three times. The sea feeds trill