henopoeia
“I said lots of things. Too many. Nobody to talk to, that’s why.”
I carry you
with me, four
pink stones
in a black
coat pocket.
What I will
not write
I say to the
pebbles,
my hands
cooled
by saltwater.
Atlantic eyes
lined with
gold and
copper
wink-
wink-wink
are you there?
Listen—
Your heart
is not a stone.
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