mourning

every bridge is sand, every moment is unmoored. you're the fathom and the shore. what are the shards clenched in your hand?

so many Winners,Dream runner Diva pumice Pore filler;
i love it rubbing sand,tufts of grass suffused,
cement churning Morrow cranky morning eyes,
neighbor's crystal glass,five hundred gritty why's: glug,
glug my hand in your hair,
there,there, were i the nose against your ear
i think it melted all the tarrowed tarps
were i the sack over your sides,
soaking all the muffled laughs
there,there