my name
goes behind
your name
*
see this string’s
an umbilicus
between names
*
here a conch we found
swimming to a sandbar
one evening, 1971
*
the rosy blush
to its helix
never fades
*
the words
change their shapes
now
*
in your mouth
“blue”
is difficult
*
mouth moss
other mother
nature
*
I find you
you find me
the conch
*
when I sleep, you sleep
under a sandbar
swimming away
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