you dream of bones. bones washing up on the shore, bones dragged in by the tide, worn down to porcelain like so many pieces of white sea glass. you dream of the long frothy fingers of the tide gripping the sand and dragging itself forward, inch by excruciating inch, climbing up the breakwater to claim you. in the morning you wake in a cold sweat, salt pearling in your collarbones.
the girl with unforgettable eyes reads your palm and tells you that you do not spend enough time outdoors even though you would like to and that you worry endlessly about love. heart palpitations. nervousness at feeling stripped so bare, betrayed by the arbitrary lines of your body. you are swiftly turned inside out.
cheap wine the shade of rose quartz electrifies you. livewire. open buzz and hum of the endless night. all of your friends kiss with teeth and you hum and glow. it stopped feeling incestuous around the time his teeth were on your neck.
and she said, 'you worry that you will never find someone. don't, because you will. '