Matunuck Beach
Any time I walk
towards the ocean
I feel the
sand buff and
peel away
the layers
of my armor.
I want to be raw
from the
salt in my wounds
taste the
grit in my teeth.
When I lay
myself down onto
the beach,
my body is a letter
written to the
ocean, tucked away
into an
envelope of sand,
stamped by a
beach towel,
addressed to
the tide, sea foam
and conical shells
that house
a body of a
creature, not unlike myself.
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