pockmarks on sand are
crabs, burrowing deep
downwards to a place
the dead put up their feet
the tides lower
like a blanket unveiling
a woman’s smooth naked body
soft as grain
blemished faintly by sun
damp and soaked from
a man’s unwavering touch
water is a body
water forms bodies
creatures lurk and dart beneath
as secrets do
and time, like sand
is heaved and sieved and cooled

Euginia Tan is a Singaporean writer who writes poetry, creative non-fiction and plays. She enjoys cross-pollinating art into multidisciplinary platforms and reviving stories. Contact her at

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