arafura

the temperature has risen and is caught in my shoulders. clouds catch my head in fog and phlegm.
the depth of the air is finite. beyond that is the sea.

last night perched on painted rocks, i watched the arafura lick my heels. all my manifestations have stalked this beach, sought clarity in these silted seas.

i am every inhalation of the tide.
i am draining each month with the moon