At Sea 
My boat is leaking.
In the cabin a cupboard a box
my heart is there
for safekeeping.
My legs go everywhere--
the deck, the hold, the galley
arms in the air
I lost an eye down a crack in the hull
my head went searching
and never came back.

Jill Boucher

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