Sea, digital video, 1 min., 17 sec., 2020
Sea, digital video, 1 min., 14 sec., 2020
Sea drags me out, no not sea, you.
Voluble force back and forth
You don’t even know
You’re doing it.
Each time, arms stretched,
legs coathangered, I stick man
to the shore,
land gasping, lungs to fill
I stand still looking back,
so inland, more inland this time.
You cannot get me now.
Drying, that takes weeks.
Wind ribbons to my face
and lifts my greening hair; on safe skin a dress
that buffers, tip-taps my tapered frame. I Flag.
It’s warm though and the breeze
is fine by me, this sexless wind that
doesn’t want me, just strides out my seaborne stare
and carols round like flossing saline
Till you come in once more.