On the beach there was a large machine
shifting sand back and forth. I couldn’t bear
the beauty of the sky. I didn’t deserve
the sight of the stars. I wouldn’t forgive
myself for what I had done.
Lament aloud, don’t ask for
any signs, don’t expect
I stumbled through the sand
clutching my face as a family past.
I made it to the toilet shack, but
when I was finished I couldn’t stand
the sight of my face so I let
the urine drip
It was bound to happen.