I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried,
Slumped heavy in sand and
Sweltering by the microwave of
The smoldering sky.
It laid bent and braided, bore black
Pinprick eyes, and had found throne
By the salty phalanges of
The gulls had gawked and the
Sun had stalked my bony shoulders,
The skinny seahorse sheltered by my
I fingered its corpse—a leather trinket,
Withered by ocean blackwash;
Now petrified back alive
In the womb of human hands.
Horseflies spurn my withered breasts,
Dune worms dug inside our affair,
Into a sand hole with nothing to stair
But to sea—
Wading gallops of the tiding trinity.
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Alexandra Meehan is a poetry editor and writer who enjoys gardening, reading, and painting. In her spare time she germinates flytraps, watches international horror films, and studies unusual forms of mathematics. Alexandra resides in Tampa, Florida with her husband and rescue cats; a graduate of the University of South Florida. She is most influenced by paradoxical poetry, linguistics, feminist theory, and psychoanalytic theory. Alexandra is pursuing a doctorate degree and hopes to teach creative writing and classic literature. She also hopes to make a difference by providing another voice for the Actually Autistic community, also known as #ActuallyAutistic on the web. Alexandra's work can be found in The Gainesville Sun (currently owned by The New York Times), Eber & Wein, The Florida Book of Poetry, Bloomsberg, and more.