I am an osprey with arms!

Seabound and Seafoam from.
Wings of flight, flightless
fingers wiggling at the
ends.

I am teeth and balding,
the injustices of hard
labor, of fishing and
souless godless wind and wave,

of Square Feet and tail feather,
of how to shake the aforementioned.
It is cold where I sleep,
Nested and nestled, Fingered and reaching.
Aflight. Alight. Alive.

HE'S Back

I am back now. Not in the city, in the country and there's a couch in the country, undivoted. BY GOD I SHALL DIVOT. My house is pretty, healthy, pretty healthy, pretty empty even with two peoples. Wanna Visit? Lets! My legs have hair on them, and in the whitest parts of the wall, I can see their shadows. On the tip of each hair, a single drop of water hangs on, post shower pre towel