Sea-goat
the seagull’s neck hangs limp,
swallowed by green lake.
I wait there,
paper bird folded up
tight.
buoyant moons echo
on the wake.
centripetal balances
centrifugal.
fixed in gravity,
I count your teeth
marks on my skin,
capricornus oval
constellations.
return, sea-goat
I swallow your pit.
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