Regarding Dust

Cradling a bottle of fear on
                              Nowhere Beach
              in the rain
                                                your eyes explaining the
                              damp stars
in the sky over the south pacific (Slow
numbers split the difference
love in a time of swamp lung
& short-term memory loss
bending the pier
              & you get the jimmy-leg waiting for it all to
shake loose like breadcrumbs & pieces of glass
                              that seagulls slash their wrists with