[down there one is alone] by Christine Hamm
It is raining and the wind is ruining
the dunes, changing the mounds into
holes, into divots. Rum vs. coke? some-
one asks. I am not quite asleep on
this beach; I lie next to myself, shivering
inside the cage of my body.
the dunes, changing the mounds into
holes, into divots. Rum vs. coke? some-
one asks. I am not quite asleep on
this beach; I lie next to myself, shivering
inside the cage of my body.