Other Materials (Diary for Meena)

A dune a second city you know. I wait intersection stone god and sand, litter and poison.

In my ear a city of sea. I wonder there who grows.

Second skin avoiding what shiny what green.

Each pass me, I ask

what's in front.

Line of ocean, swath of missing, strip of danger: do you know

what it looks like. I say

yes even though

it's a question

each living thing holds

a bite.