our hearts.

irreverent and impossible.
fragile clumps of ash.

with each touch
dim traces of residue are removed.

the heart
aches to be blown away.




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Sand in my Ear

grains of earth holding onto the curves
clusters of black and brown specks
a few clear granules resemble salt
I run my finger along
gathering a small coast line.




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