windsor

    We smell the ocean and stop to stand in the short Atlantic waves. I can see ships. Jack collects a paper cup full of sand. Eat this, he says. See the pretty boats, I say. Eat sand, he says, it's pixie sand. Don't you want to be invisible, to speak without sound and dance without touching the ground? I put a few grains on my tongue. Now I am a pixie.

    move on...