the dirt under my feet I feel it all
I shouldn’t yet I do
this should be a memory but she isn’t I’m
running along the beach after my
brother
the brother I am now and raw
trees twist over each other
scarring my back as a whip does
a crown of thorns
gulls swirl over the water to my left
huge ones that morph into butterflies
shaking their white wings into leaves
which fall around my shoulders and
my brother still
runs from me
I would catch him lavender
but my legs are heavy, he flits away
with a roar the crown
of a bald head
the size of the moon splits the ocean
a giant rises there
kelp hanging from him like curtains
of translucent sea
falling into free air
he covers his face, the hand
could crush a town
I reach out but my brother
falls across the line triumphant
and the giant still rises
and something stands behind me
but I won’t turn around.
I open my eyes then open them again
and see the lavender float there
again and again once more