The Line

The line is far too long, too long to wait upon. A snaking wave that circles back. Certainly, a trap
The line is, by design, enough to change your mind. Gleaming row of ships receding, far as we can see
Say what you say, the mouth and the teeth, the rockiest beach, the constant roar. Say you want more
Say you want more. Anchored off the shore for twenty days or more, silver bowls of ice cream melt outside your cabin door
When you disembark, remember where you parked. A row of exclamation points idle in the dark
Say what you say, the mouth and the teeth, the rockiest beach, the furthest shore. Say you want more. Say you want
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