A Prayer Or Curse It Is Hard To Tell
I press my hand into the earth
and because my hands are dry
I can feel every grain roll over me
It's a polishing
Like pressing yourself into a tub of dried lentils
bare feet on the roundness of river stones
My hand in the sand
fingernails on roots and begin to spread out
I say something intelligible
a mumble into time and space
that echoes but never deciphers
A prayer or curse it is hard to tell
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