fingers

white knuckles, whitecaps, waves breaking

mood rings unwavering blue, useless

staring at the sea for the possibility of a feeling

blue: only, always

fistful of gum wrappers, haikus like spearmint suicide notes

unpainted fingernails

atlantic gales peel the fish scales from her hands

blood a tragic blue, blood like ink

elegies in the creases of her palms

wake invitations in the eddies of her fingertips

even the tide laments

stanzas buried in the soft sands of amnesia

a wordless blue tombstone, a sad song