Miley Cyrus or Manatee?

What is flat and nothing but skin,

What lolls in a shallow world,

What is watched for its surface,

Between long episodes of water the color of a dead screen’s 
sea-green glass,

What has but a few hairs in the snapshot?

A bit of muzzle,

No more than a pug’s worth for a rented red kayak,

For this sailor swallowed by enormous wax lips,

What is gray and aporial,

Once mistaken for half girl,

Half monster,

Disappointingly naked and slipping under the hull.