by Courtney Niamh McKee

Sing, sand-soft god
Strum, strummer boy
Beach-birthed nacre
Ache of your loss
Tear at your side
Crude stitch
Who will fix it?
Lick your wound, fork-tongued
Breathe fire, thick lungs
Apollo heel, Apollo heal
Fester and multiply
Plague baby mould
Moonlight, sunshine, blood stain gold
Take it like a salve
Lather and swab
A god again, you player, you seer
You’re okay, it’s okay
She was never really here