The Killer in Me

by Justin Dodd

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In a cove, in a suddenness
of sea and sand I find myself
on a strange journey——on the ocean’s
foam you live——on the waves that do not
come to shore you live——on the waves that crush
and die on reefs you live——each time we leave each
other a small thing dies——a smaller thing
dies too. How many departures do we have——
like the grains of sand on a beach——like that——Why do I
love him whom the world hates so? I
shuffle shells between my fingers——some calcium
some lead.



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