rewriting landscape.


Su Pike



This sand has been appraised. I peck at grey mites seeped in algae, swimming under puffed orange protein, sprayed across the break like tumbleweeds. I am the healthy serving of water, drunk in waves, uncontaminated by worm or microbe. There are no homes for people here. This deepness is more than the span of my arms. The sediment falls into certain places. There is a name for this. I circle in patterns informed by tide.


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