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I was once
a mountain
—the sand
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red hands on the cave wall—
asking my own palms
what mark will you make?
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lying on the earth
shivering beneath the stars—
all night knowing where I am
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stomping bull of doubt—
a blue butterfly
lands on its nose
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distant coyote—
the heart doesn’t howl
alone tonight
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delighted by pot shards—
could I find my own brokenness
so precious?
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the seaweed, the pink hibiscus
inviting the self
to fall in love with both
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when all the hearts wants
is a hole in one—
bogey after bogey
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slipping into the ocean of love—
how did I ever believe
it was a puddle
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after the conversation
there is only
after the conversation
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holding my father’s hand—
a low sun lighting
the whole ocean
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rumors of big sharks
swim circles around
my mother and I in the channel
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all this talk of sharing
our most vulnerable parts—
sunburn on my belly
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on the airplane home—
hearing in the whir of ventilation
the waves of the ocean