Fifty-two: Invisible Invertabrate

Swimming with killer whales,
I swear I feel my spine shift. I

suppose I shouldn’t weep when
I wilt to words that sift through

me like sand. I am an hourglass,
curved and fragile and strong. I

swear. See here, the grains tip-
tapping against my skin. I am

time. I am fine. I am aligned
with an invisible invertebrate.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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