POUND by K.S.

These days I am dull; cow-heavy and starched.

The sea curls in my ear water lapping pebbles under my hair;

run fast, roll deep, “smooth out

the edges.”

You said, and cut

five inches

instead of split ends

(I probably needed it).

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K.S. is an aspiring writer from South Asia. Their work has appeared in The Daily Drunk, and they have more forthcoming with Koening and Warning Lines.