skeleton sailboats have the wings of a dragonfly and they shoot
buzzards across the sand.
sun is shrouded in salt and sees me through tear fogged eyes set in glass.
i am the smallest sailboat dripping bright blue perched on the horizon line teetering on the edge of this flat world made of rock and salt water.
filling my nose and greeting me with seaweed stained rusted air.
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you are born with ass.
