bluebells

a woman drove her car into

the ocean this morning

(black lexus

leather seats)

 

water lapped against her bare ankles

and by 630 

she had bluebells for feet

mouth wide in morning sun

 

we are all flowers

opening and closing

with the sea

the slow fold of the moon

 

when i was 16 i folded

vertebrae by vertebrae

into the small of my back

eclipsed

mute

and beautiful

 

my sister folds before me now

vanishing act of skin

tooth

and nail

bones and dust and dirt

 

by morning

we rise again

a family of bluebells

 

the oceans’ slow

incessant lap

hollow in our ears