Bury
That the three crabs were dead already
when the girl gathered them
when the girl named them Eeny, Meeny, and Miny Mo
evoking choice as fundamental
when the girl asked them if they wanted
to live under her bed
when the girl gave them an answer
and the mother noticed a smell
and the mother evicted
Death gets to decide
the girl learned
though in truth she couldn’t have kept them
either way
she shouldn’t have kept them
The lip of shore wore them like piercings
The girl idolized the sea
A perfect little fan
A shell-mimic
Made of herself an autograph book
Gave the full page of her body
for that signature
At least then she would always
have the sea of herself to touch
to love
How to find that page
How to find that book
The body’s library large
and largely unstewarded
The wrong things catalogued