by Dimitri Reyes
She passed through the twilight
tinted street in the month of May.
Without a word with many words
fluctuating in the wind a plasticbag
levitating a dulled will o’wisp.
Blue moons shone through her holes
revealing heaven’s home in cancer.
The crab in deep purple waters the
hushes of death after a deca-century
of decomposition where remnants
of her past shrieked through images printed
on plasticbag memories. Stamped toxic
she will soon reside in oceans invisible
peering on fish choking on bottle caps
washing it down with the intravenous
of nature the stinging salt ripping
through an internal current that
can’t be controlled. A plasticbag
in water, its transitory life forever
scattered in oceans of blue.