Hoarding

I creep to the shallows, my hollow heart briny
and swollen with the harsh tug of glinting objects –

A discarded dagger still crusted with red internals,
a broken earring cheap and rusted, I prise

a hair comb from its seaweed coat, claw out
a jagged tooth, sink it into my coarse hair.

Salty sweet and tender, I snatch a crab’s claw
from under a rock, adorn it with the glittering

pink plastic of a child’s ring, shook loose
from a magazine. This shoal is saturated

in treasure fit for a Queen of the ocean, peasant
of the land, but none as precious as toes.