sea storm

holly dunlap
a sudden wind and/an infinite shipwreck, Octavio Paz


an infinite shipwreck of lines
I am squeezing my bow too tightly
arrows run into each other
splitting apart mid-flight
stone cuts through my once new hand

coloring my water with rain
splinter is buried deep within me
an infinite shipwreck of lines

it is storming in my throat
limbs lightening through empty page
words tangle into my wet hair
my bones are splitting
an infinite shipwreck of lines