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