open up to sea

carefully down
from rock to rock
grab onto boulders
hands grip sharpness
a long look out

the vast Pacific

Morro Bay
all about tourists 
we'd fit right in
but we're the homeless kind of travelers

my partner behind me
his white Chevy one-ton
all he touches belongs to him
like me

but right now 
I belong to the sea
the rocks
and otters
could drift to ocean

but I'm hungry
don't smell good
everything's sticky,
ragged

Shhh
Shh
sh
the bay opens 
purring at me

I step further down
to clean dark blue
find somewhere to soak
and wrap up in kelp,
sand 

sun dips past horizon
tangerine sherbet
weather mild
fog hugs 
surf

​but I'm hungry

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