silky sand muse takes a long shot for a mind change,
trades her legs for a softer voice,
forgets to believe in magic.
sea monsters skip class and drop their scales everywhere,
swoon between barnacle shipwrecks and make things strain.
ankle-deep in sweet water, sweating hands around moonstruck lavender,
wading farther to the real thing.
silky sand muse chokes on oxygen for seaweed lungs,
tears her skin into fresh gills,
thrashes about in exhausted
patience.
Someone will remember us,
I say,
even in another time.
PLUTO BLOOMING 