from worn rocks     and broken shells,
the friable     disintegrated bodies
of tiny crabs,     i became.
disparate grain     by disparate grain.

at the shore     someone
picked me up     in their cupped
hands     and poured me
into a crucible.     fire was passed
through me,     until i turned
into molten glass.     then i felt
her breath     blow me
into the shape     that filled her mind:
a bottle     resembling     a transparent
empty     man.
i wait.     to be filled.     to be darkened.
by her.