body suspended on the salty surface, on a water that, to taste-buds is indistinguishable from tears or sweat, slips between chapped lips sloppily painted nails adorning toes pointed in dancer-ly form so as not to disturb the ocean’s steady rhythm or break it’s delicate surface coarse hair melts into bull kelp, dark and ballooning until all that there is exists in a liminal space between the inky irises of a girl and the fading brushstrokes of island sky