i bit a boat in half and took the biggest piece to the water
i heard the song a cup full of shells will make, awake in a microwave
and we’re all standing there, trying to sell the gloves we found in our buckets.
i am god’s lungs. i speak for him and i say,
it’s better to stand here with a shovel and a naked hand.
when it’s little fingers see you, they think for a long time about shame.
i pull a dollar from my pocket like a slave. it dissolves in my stomach.
the sand spins into our muscles and heats up our blood.

we put the waves into boxes and dried up the ocean.
hot and singing, we slid down the dirt and found a hole in the world.
i sat sipping on a bottle of water, holding a prayer in my lung.
waiting on the rain behind a sky full of packing tape.