7 images of the beach at night (mikrokosmos)

__tombs full of soundless bones,
__the heart threading a tunnel,
__a dark, dark tunnel:

______Pablo Neruda








untitled, Lina Scheynlus


____1.
another satellite. barely perceptible. an ant. darting.
space's bread-crumb. everyone soo hungry.
edges past something blackest black.
winks momentarily,
__and is gone.


____2.
my head is on a grey rock. perfectly smooth, time does that. eternity irons it all out.
the ocean is a lunatic, and mumbles to herself the mess she's gotten her hair in,
she froths at the mouth, and a thread of saliva finds my foot,
i look up a second, and close my eyes
again to sleep.


____3.
my bedroom floor, my hair, my bed, sand everywhere.
i bring my dreams home, and hang them out on a line.


____4.
- what about it? the air.
- why do you always do that with your chest?
- exhale?
- [laughs] no! (yes
- it's a prerequisite for being alive.
- no!, i mean, ya know...
- sigh?
- yeah
- there's less air than i remember. this worries me.
- what?
- huh?
- nevermind.


____5.
besides us a young couple sits. laughs. i see the red of their cigarette eyes.
i remember how i always feel left out of everything.
why?
because i am.
how?
i is soo small.
what about my i?
no, mine is different.


____6.
i hug my knees to my chest
watch a wave surround the rock beneath me
i am an island unto myself
i am a mermaid
(everything is black and white


____7.
half the moon, but bright. soo too bright.
nosy. wants to see everything.
the clouds won't go near it,
work their way around.
sclera to sclera we meet,
and i lose.