poem: the ancient man

his hands, holding me
were like the ocean exploding
in my mouth. and I brought
the long fingers,
the star-fish arms studded
with sea spray
and drowned crow gilt—
i let them buzz me,
the edges of things breaking
against me like i
was the world and he
was the water.

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