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the margin snails the margin shells
edged serrated not a knife
they have not split flesh spilt blood
and so have not been named toothed
I have found in them an embrace
softer still than sun-soaked silt soil
underfoot and yet have not
understood where their border lies
invented as most boundaries
wavering as the line of the sea
L.M. Cole is a poet from the East Coast via the Midwest US.Her work has been published by Strukturriss, Substantially Unlimited, Roi Faineant, and is upcoming in others. She can be found on Twitter @_scoops__