Object of Desire

Remember its pulse
on the salt-swollen porch,
both body and gash,

that starfish
you rescued, stranded
when found

on the winter beach,
a hand pantomiming
klepto-

mania: Stop, thief!
Slick, warm, red clot,
who knew what it meant

by living. It should have turned
hard, into ornament,
but stayed wet, like guilt.

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Dana Goodyear is the author of the collection Honey and Junk (2005). She is a staff writer for The New Yorker and lives in Los Angeles.

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