we sat on shore and applauded with the fingers we had left the boats sinking in a familiar storm applause was a generous designation because our hands didn’t make noise anymore and in their mechanical rubbing wasn’t celebration this insect habit was our sail and our skies never breached overcast we were sinking too without the rain or splintering decks under the weight of a diminishing island

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