February 11

Tell no one. But when the tide of sleep was felled,
I lied in the shallows near the beach and cried
to the riling waves, pleading for my name. I do

not seek the guise of this body, not
the name that binds the folks who bore me,
but the name which led me to slide up,
floor to air, to this wide shore.

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