Other Materials (Diary for Meena)
A dune a second city you know. I wait intersection stone god and sand, litter and poison.
In my ear a city of sea. I wonder there who grows.
Second skin avoiding what shiny what green.
Each pass me, I ask
what's in front.
Line of ocean, swath of missing, strip of danger: do you know
what it looks like. I say
yes even though
it's a question
each living thing holds