She presses her palm
against the iron hide
of a ship the size
of a skyscraper,
its belly stuffed
with bulk products
from China.
Toilet paper, detergent,
antifreeze, jigsaw puzzles.
Bullets and greeting cards.
Diapers and diaphragms.
She murmurs to it,
asks if its journey
was pleasant, if the ocean
was selfish or generous.
She listens for its answers
but all she can hear
is the barking of the sea lions
on the pier, the sound
of the hungry aisles
at the end of the empty parking lot
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