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