Portra by the Sea
by Autumn Stiles
What of the fisherman skulks in your heart? What husks of hull sit rusting ironed dull by sea over sand over sea? Luminescence at dawn eyes, richly changed – mussel shell wool-scrubbed, made blue then bluer by the bucketfulbe soft as i am soft You who knows my body, knows my face in ways I do not know my face – I should have let you capture me, still wild in hand thrashing under the focus of your great glass eye but the blue, the blue, the blue It hurt to see it Easier this – you atop me a drift of dead wood.
Autumn Stiles is a Brooklyn-based writer and editor. A former employee of British auction house Christie’s in NYC, she holds an MSc in Literature and Modernity from The University of Edinburgh, and a BA in English & American Literature from Denison University. You can find her online at afinefuse.com.