I sleep cold at low tide,
back to a naked beach
opening herself to the Pacific --
own no Nook, cell phone, boat,
wear old jeans, rag coat,
sift trash, eat molded cheese,
ketchup packs from burger sacks,
fallen fruit off condo tree --
text my name in water, on sand,
under a moonless sky, pee hate
through the graveyard gate
when headstones tug at my thighs.
Timothy Pilgrim, a Pacific Northwest poet published dozens of journals (such as Cirque and Windfall), is co-author of Bellingham poems (2014) and included in Idaho's Poets: A Centennial Anthology (University of Idaho Press), Tribute to Orpheus II,and Weathered pages: The Poetry Pole.
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