Despedidas

Issue #
10
October 3, 2017

Chris Brandt

Each time I reach for you in memory
memory pulls you to me and we kiss
deep, and our mouths fill with earth.

                                                                        I

can brush the dirt from my lips, rinse it
out of my mouth.
                                      But you
are
             earth.

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