[Written by Asta Kinch]
[Image by Aike Jansen]
the sea has
no membrane
it’s vulnerable
and angry
and hungry
behind the dunes
mother worries
it’s dark out and
i am
gone from her
the foam runs sideways
before disappearing
folded away
like dough
from the eye
to the beach
all water
longs for this
tongues out
and waiting
