A goodbye

We need to go, now-

anywhere’s better

 

My hands

are a macabre mauve-

Frostbitten,

in mittens.

And I don’t feel comfortable

like I did in the car.

 

I want to sink

straight through the sand.

Spell out your name and offer it with the rest of you

to the thirsting tide’s collection.

 

To catch the eye of your reflection

And leave it-

Sleeping on the sea.

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