Amy Miller
MY DOCTOR RECOMMENDS A MOISTURIZER
Can’t stand
dewy, humid, soft.
I sleep on sheets
of bare rock. Stick,
and I will walk. No touch
that isn’t crisp. No limp,
lithe, supple. Save me
your succulent, aloe
pumping mist.
I kissed the wildest
spiny fish, lived once
in a river’s salty teeth.
Dry season now. Wind
and sand
and scour.