The conversation Night’s tide speaksin her sleep. The shoulderof the beach shiverswith old language–all the soundsto unmake a body.We are soft with water, builtunsolid. Any world’s edgecalls to us the same:unpicks the skin, exposesthe rattle. You cannot answerwithout shaking.Even in the whet glassof the morningwe come to walk on evidence:under the poured delightof the moon, … Continue reading Ankh Spice