Picking up horseshoe crabs and
breathing the air of Snug Harbor and
"this is my home" with a tuna sandwich
at bible camp unwrapped from plastic
good God!
Atlantic whore.
Atlantic woman.
Atlantic love.
Between the glass run smooth by waves
pebbles run small by churn
and drift wood between
there was a piece of glass found
looped over on itself
and a little piece of the Atlantic
water drumming this way and that
on my shelf
screaming
locked inside.
