Once when I was harmless
and didn't know any better,
a mirror to the front of me
and an ocean behind,
I lay wedged in the middle of daylight,
paper-doll thin, dreaming,
then I vanished. I gave the day a fingerprint,
then forgot.
I sat naked on a towel
on a hot June Monday.
The sun etched the inside of my eyelids,
while a boy dozed at my side.
The smell of all oceans was around us—
steamy salt, shell, and sweat,
but I reached for the distant one.
A tide rose while I slept,
and soon I was alone. Try being
a figure in memory. It's hollow there.
For truth's sake, I'll say she was on a beach
and her eyes were closed.
She was bare in the sand, long,
and the hour took her bit by bit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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