Self-inflicted sterile, so
my beauty is just a fairy glamour.
I feel safer.
 
Stranger,
I will never bear your tainted legacy
no matter how firm you insistently
 
thrust. Assail me with your crooked mast.
Breach my jetty. I may crumble and bleed 
but I will not die by your parasitic hand 
in all the days to come.
My pier too slippery for baby barnacles to suction.
 
Agender angel triumphant
wades with chin held high,
tunic flowing in the tide.