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Grey-stuccoed walls contract behind her.
Glass arrows compressed from the rotating doors.
A leash of chrome lunges toward her disappearing back
She is already over the street’s hump.
The Bay winks at the bottom, fluke up to mauve sky.
Her legs churn warm pavement, bitumen remembers
mammoth bones liver collapse reptile teeth marks glom
red rubber soles
The street descends steeply.
Creepers dart from shuttered shop windows,
night-flowering orchid bats jab into her nostrils,
green dog shit children, fly buzzes her naked shin.
Rusty spokes slalom
The embarkment pools around her like a suede skirt.
Beyond, ghost ships hulk in the channel.
Thin oil layers salt water into sinus waves.
Fish stink roils up her arms. Lodges a translucent scale
where her toes
burst free the sandal
so tender membrane
She steps onto the harbor’s mirror.
Heel-first, she slips into the bardo of salt.
Depth rushes her hair follicles into contraction.
Sound tugs forward, mouth sucks her beyond
the red bridge.
White shadows cruise at the far edges of sight.
Below bend last violet rays into crust, the black.
Submarine bubble streaks her with lumen lance.
Sediment soft opens basement, doors to
Eyeless choir keens into silicon heat.
A judgement of gelatinous weave holds her tight.
Her brain streams amino acids, pressure curves
Horsetail branches purple, a diode sinks beyond,
they fall. All fall.
Her spine, now