Unshake

Galveston salt still grinds
back there no matter
how many times
I brush
it’s the little town
the island fever
sponsored by
pounding sun
the neck line of cancer
moving in
she says it’s what
you’re gonna catch
so I sneeze one for the sneezer I know
which he’ll appreciate
back home drinking
that flat hardly disturbed water
from the cow looking
back up to us
from the bottom, eyes
with heart

if you look with
eyes like that
how could anyone
ever harm you back