baltic sea

a body of water full of water a bag of cherries
wet from trains

flat carved imitation of a cuban cigar on the ship
i meant to have for myself

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my little sister her weight
on false wooden anchors my little sister
in perspective a lighthouse on her palm

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would you sail to scandinavia
why not it’s so close
the gull waiting on a barrel
isn’t nearly so close

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my older sister the one who asks
for a castle my older sister legs crossed
prying apart a moat

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the lighthouse staircase a diagram on the wall below
a woman walks her dog down cobblestones

where wooden sailboats a pufferfish carcass nest
on spines all bloated to full

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could you ever live here
why do you want to
do you think you’d get any sleep
all these depictions sunlit by the sea

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my little sister a barnacle saved for our father
layered on a canvas of sand
my older sister grounded mast and dunes
a sigil a balanced cannon

sinking changing into long pants at sunset here

a swan holds its head down however long it needs
like names written and washed away the figures of a year

kelp is hair rocks are bodies kelp is wet green hair the sky
blue water blue the pier its shadows darkest

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my little sister wet green hair

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my older sister darkest blue