Is slow and spare. One boat each hour, two solitary shell seekers. Green water, turquoise water, blue, green, turquoise, blue. Blue, blue, blue. One dead seagull. Two days ago in bed I looked down and saw my naked body as it once was, tan lines where my bikini barely covered my breasts pointing to the ceiling, my concave stomach above a white hip band.
golden head turning
lash scorched tiles