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She’s A Beach
That’s what she said…..
She woke up, bombarded with tasks.
She’s on her feet, breathless, determined.
She’s cold, she writes, she puts on hold, she’s fire.
She breaks a plate on the wooden floor, it doesn’t work.. she rebels she’s rebel.
She is she and no-one else.
She collects flowers with her eyes.. in the garden she sighs.
She makes laundry to her own thoughts and some dirty socks she puts on the bedroom light bulb.
She smokes something unfamilliar, it’s air, perfumed with an empty stare.
She roams unconsciously, deleting false alarms.
She walks in circles, kicking sand, whisteling and smiling to her own shadow.
She talks to a turtle, it replies with hide and seek, so she hides and it doesn’t seek.
She wears something that looks like nothing. From a distance she’s transparent.
She and he are together, but she is on her own, nurturing self-reliance.
She and he are two cherries, who gets to the top? She gives up on the spot.
She descends to the cliffy beach, kissing the horizon, whispering “Just beat it”.
