by Jami Macarty

                                      Baja California Sur, Mexico

Limpets dangling from the backdrop

Here’s the shoreline in Baja to walk for hours
            to walk and no longer be seen

The wind strikes a ready sail
            imagine whales

Our talking falls through the pearl seam of the waves

You spin the moon on your index finger
            donate the total eclipse to my cause

I swear to you I feel the earth move
            the slipdisk of our shadow

I become watery
            my mouth leaks the past across the desert

I am tired of the moon

I give myself the bed for my neck

I pull up the covers
            save myself the drama

The moon climbs off the earth