Meek 3/7
Pressing on cotton – fingerprints
are sand dunes
roughing up the seas of the earth
Everything is pouring through glass
Somehow –
everything is a swirl of wind
banging the window pane all night
I just want my life to be what it wants
These sheets are low thread-count
they are yellow – they rough
skin enough to keep you excited
Put a finger on my forehead I’m real
In this light in this moment – we
are all just drifting to sea
but everything falls down slowly
Honestly – sand is everything equalized
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