Jason Bradford Confession #4

The ocean mass
ages my ear
drums
to sleep like stat
ic. Sea
weed fossilizes
on my lips. An octo
pus chews
through my molars.
In the dark I try to sit
on the shore
with a sea slug.
I try to d
raw dreams in the sand.
The waves say
they are playing
every time they run a
way. Fish leap
through my eyes. A star
fish stores its
elf in my lower man
dible. My spine itches
with barn acles.
I have n't felt
this anx
ious in 29.53 days.


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