The fish bring darkness on their scales near the atoll,
hungry oysters swallow tears’ salt,
waves are crushing inside the temple bones
yesterday’s storm wreck.

I am asleep in a deserted egg,
its walls are lined with autumn leaves,
stars are stranded in my heart’s gulf,
rain sips the air like a baby whale
and returns to the sea.

There’s a sweet spring in the middle of the island,
a dry fruit hangs on a branch,
seeds are burning inside their case.
I awake and scrape the shell
until it’s bleeding.

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