I will break your heart like a wave of refugees

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In the click-bait plasma reel me in from the slogan sea
share me like whore bones for the sordid little trades.
I was a girl in a glass tide manger, your salt ballerina
dancing in the dark and this is how you found me.
In a tide of nylon the waves undressed me near Crete,
my clothes are behind me now swimming on.
I was a girl in a white dress my mother made
not white enough, the pins cut her lips.
I will break your heart like a wave of refugees
and waves leave black fingers sinking down,
they fizz like cheap prosecco on your lips
come to the shore forever a day more.
Look at the colour of my skin now.
I am white enough for a spade,
sinking into imported mud
to bury the invisibles.
Look at the invisibles
they are numbers
they are nothing.
They are me and
they are all you
Vanishing
at night
spade
sinks,
home
then
am
I
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