From a beach crammed with bodies
pink sausages, frying in a pan
follow a set of footprints
slowly being erased
toes into heel,
toes into heel
Follow the leaving tide
tickling calloused feet
sand loose and cold as snow
a body of cold violence
needles prick ankles
knees chest head
prick the size of a needle
shaking all thought loose
body cold violence
'dear jesus christ shit'
floating in cold space
slowly, being is erased
Then, break
kicking crawling
further and further
following the leaving tide
cutting through crest
falling through trough
till the waves break
ridges flatten out
Then, breathe
Now, out here
it's just you
and the horizon —
the fine white line
between two blues
