I find my heart set off center in a clay vessel. The lid is open, a dash of crimson shadowed within. The clay is streaked tangerine where sugar has wept and formed crystalline trickles.
The vessel rests against a small sand dune near my feet. Let me languish in the shade of thought and hurl acorns into the ocean. The waves eat the splashes.
I eat coconut flesh. The milk softens my skin. I discover my reflection fragmented in a pool of foamy water that escaped from the ocean in a silver cup.
A sliver of myself washes back to shore. She followed my footprints in the sand. She followed the starfish in the sea.
She followed the acorns back to me.