It's almost zombie season. The factory
Girls are staggering to the beach
In decayed memory of carnival fun,
Condoms and jellyfish in the breakers.
From the jetty, one of them tick-ticks
Its hips along the boardwalk towards us,
Some near intelligence of hipbones
Showing through the tattered lace
Of jogging shorts
When a girl appears out of the water
Thumb and pointing finger missing
From her hello-come-here. She is old enough
And naked except for the nylons
She got caught trying to run away in
Out to sea, the sand and hair across her
Face and open mouth plastered, sand
Coming from openings, some tiny crabs.
When she's near enough you shoot her
In the leg and she falls on her side, gobbling
At the air of her missed opportunity.
I'm smoking.
When it got dark we climbed the light tower
And watched the dunes in moonlight. What if
She hadn't drowned but walked into the sea
Because she had forgotten what it was.
Her hair was dark brown. We ate beans
From a can. You threw the can down to the rocks
And began to laugh with
Fear and courage. This is the end of everything
And so beautiful .
1 comment:
I think Viggo would be very pleased
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