This moment twists in on itself
A cruel freak show contortionist
Who stares agape, tear-carved
Deltas from his made up eyes.
If only it would twist into a pretzel
With lots of salt
That we’d eat with mustard.
Two kids on a boardwalk,
Gulls stalk,
Their fingers’ taffy sticky
Stuck together,
The sweetness like glue.
“Tell me everything,”
They do not see people
Beside them, counter them,
Bump them, watch them.
The ocean inside their hearts
At once calm, at once stormed.
They find their turtle shell
And build a home inside.
This moment twists
Like a contortionist:
The boardwalk ends,
Taffy shops close,
Kids depart, apart
Long enough to make up
New ocean creatures,
Aloe their sun burns.
Poet's Corner 
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