sea storm holly dunlap “a sudden wind and/an infinite shipwreck,” Octavio Paz an infinite shipwreck of lines I am squeezing my bow too tightly arrows run into each other splitting apart mid-flight stone cuts through my once new hand coloring my water with rain splinter is buried deep within me an infinite shipwreck of lines it is storming in my throat limbs lightening through empty page words tangle into my wet hair my bones are splitting an infinite shipwreck of lines