her


I call her name
Against a sullen wind
Freezing in a sunburnt day
Aspirating seawater
Beneath the sand
Aching sore
From doing nothing
Ripped and ripened
Shrunken as horses quarter me
Nickled and dimed to death
Making no sense of non-cents
Folding like a dollar bill
Enfolded in a trifold wallet
Wrapped in the leather
Of her soul
And wondering, wonderous
How she accosted me