Put it to the dirt: / lullabies, hair, memories, / nails, superstition.
November 16, 2021
Decompose mother’s
love in hectic moonlight, burn
kisses sent to shore.
Put it to the dirt:
lullabies, hair, memories,
nails, superstition.
Forget her little hand
stretched out laughing, in wait for
a jovial slap
But the sand seeps through
hands desperate, knead gently
a dough long gone dry.