turtle gifts

do may flies exist beyond sun rays?
both of you are great light borrowers

my body is only warm in your reflection
or shadow; her o-mouth grieves at the world

a cynic shell has also been my retreat
present: mortality wrapped in tissue

coax cut to ribbons by steel-snapped jaws
same impression; of something beautiful

but annihilating our dueling packages.
sylvia, your rival, will wait with me