oysters have long black eye lashes.

Today, you bought oysters
and carried them back through town,
in a see through plastic box.
one was unlocked, you picked it up.
had you ever looked, inside an oyster

you crossed the bridge staring
like a doctor, into the shell of nacre
and the creature that lay, repulsive
fleshy, slimy little thing, with
long, black eye lashes, swimming.
you licked, with the tip of your tongue
the slippery pulp inside the nacre

The taste of iodine in your mouth
The drop, of the sea down your throat
somewhat familiar,
sends a sharp shudder

down to your heart.