13thWR

ISLAND

When I grow old
I will retire to an island
shaped like my body
where gulls swallow the sun
piece by piece

I will lay in a hammock
and watch as palms touch
and move away in the breeze

In the evenings before I
slip into the ocean
like an arrow into
ready flesh

the moon will
lap me in a quiet
unaccountable way.

- Petra Klein