Portra by the Sea

for E.

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.