starfish

shoreline skied
settling on sea floor
she jaunts
fivelocity
with awesome ossicles

flaccid fossil
pity you cannot retreat
your tube feet breathe,
your motion is vaguely implied
on cartography,
your stomach is the way to your heart,
you hate pick-me-ups
and keepsakes.

“where is my current?”
you cried

maybe you could just swim away
to any of the
four directions

maybe your fifth arm
center adjoint
points
to where you should be hiding

inside.