By | 1 November 2018

when i forced my queer arm elbow
deep into the cavern
of our chest, i was reminded, again,
why i no longer buy blue
glitter | partly
it’s about microplastics
lodging in gills and cracks
and the ocean’s blinding
enough without our help, but typically
like musty letters or the humidity of
it’s because it never disappears and never breaks

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