Mark Cunningham

 The sea piles in against the shore that grinds more slowly. Salt explodes. Sprinkle it on roast beef or corn just before you turn them into you. Extremes, edges: tears, sex-sweat tastes briny. Sewn into a field, it leaves soil barren; scattered ov [...]

 Conception and birth: peak moments. Not necessarily for you. Your chest fills like a sail and you cast off. The world is will! Then you notice that the breasts point only to where you were already going. Is that forward or down? There's still room [...]