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).
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.