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
i wait. to be filled. to be darkened.