I love how beautiful she is
while she survives
wearing her turns and u-turns on her skin;
exposed for all to see
rippling in wavy lines
swirling with translucent strides.
They drip. from her arms.
They dangle. in the sun.
They swim. like peals.
and when she is hungry
she swallows them whole
and is full.
Poetry by Courtney Hans Art by Sandra Moreano