dead reckoning.

picking up her pulverised bones,
neatly sealed in a plastic bag,
raking in handfuls of sand
on the beach
and setting it all airborne
—leeward.
*
hearing your feet hesitate,
saying ‘perennial’ for the sake of
saying something,
*
and allowing yourself to be hurt,
to be forgiven
and welcomed
in a place where
you probably don’t belong.