several sacrifices i'm killing the ocean for clear skin. a spoonful of sand. swallowing grit & shell. a jagged moon broken like a wafer over the surface. plastic beads excavate my cheeks for debris. little construction workers sleeping between scalp hairs. their little yellow hats. their shovels. how does the sediment begin? take a layer, leave a layer. yesterday my friends traded faces through a portal. i played hopscotch with a freckle. free of the scabs on my elbows, i waded into the sink. all pipes lead to the deep. a trench whispers water's first language. the mirror is a lie machine. stared at myself on the other end. when did i start looking like a handful of geology? rub the red out. rinse chin. my eyelashes erode into song. take a paint roller to my lips. no more creasing at all. a bed sheet where a wave used to be. clear my schedule & my shoulders. who is sleeping in the shade of my nose. little men with their blue beaded necklaces. no one can find work anymore. i won't tell them to leave. prying a layer back i find that missing tooth & that collar bone. i'll need them in case i want to barter with the mouth in the dead tree or the gargling ocean just beneath the drain.