I dream I am
a pale saguaro.
Shedding needles
pierce a yellow rind
shriveling
at my ankles.
Her seeds,
stale and gaping
in a nest
of terra cotta.
I recall
waking up
in a desert bog
with sand beneath
my fingernails.
The morning
reeked of sleep
and lemonade.
Sand beneath..fingernails. Nice writing..bkm
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Beautiful. I love your blog and I love your words! Keep it up.<3
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