if not summer camp then Cape Something
where sunshine hid in sand till eventide exposed its streaks
between Maeve’s fingers on the phosphorescent dune
those distant afternoons the beach studded with men
young and free from curves or moon pull the shifts
that dimmed the vital light as she saw it that might have
drawn them to her so summer rose instead and broke over her
with its machinery of surf and flux each wave etching briny urges
on the surface of her skin
Tina Cane was born and raised in New York City. She is a poet, teacher and founder/director of Writers-in-the-Schools, RI. Her work has appeared in numerous journals including Barrow Street, Hanging Loose, The Literary Review and Spinning Jenny. She lives outside of Providence with her husband and their three children.