My Life by Water, Part II
Kristi Castro
a lowcountry poem
smell that marshmallow
swash lines, pluff mud
cordgrass blades like quickhatched
pen and ink
slash through the marsh
sucking salt, bent tough
inhale brack
pail of shells
sinks into sand
waves converse
boogie boards bob
together, no-see-ums
flaking lips, bits of shell
gritty itching
the thump thump
as sand
hits the tub
flip flops
slap slap
into Piggly Wiggly
seaweed strands of wet hair
shirt shivers back
Krispy Kreme by the sea
Grand Strand First Week
van doors slide open
jangling beads, pagers beep
crabs shagging in the sand
drop in the pot
frogmore stew at The Steamer
local shrimpers
(dreamers)
used whatever on hand
a deer runs with the bike
snake in tree hangs low
alligator silently slips
baby sea turtles flipper
across sand
dragging tracks on dark beach moon guide
finding their way
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Kristi Castro is an archivist, English 101 instructor, and occasional barista. Her writing has been in not enough night, summer stock, Pipebomb, and is forthcoming in the 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets. Some of her current projects include a re-mixed deconstruction of The White Album and a chapbook about cheese.
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Kristi Castro