She wears her hair undone
my summer girl
goes from nightgown
to bathing suit and back again
cares nothing for exercise
but swims miles across the bay
for fun. Her days are long
like the Russian novels she reads
on the beach. She must be
called indoors to eat.
Everywhere she walks
she leaves a trail of sand.
From The Congress of Luminous Bodies (Aortic Books, 2013).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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