A poem by Trixi Rosa

i don’t knowwhy all the layersspell dirtand afraidand runfind me dustfeel me rustskin and shiver see me eyelashquiet quiverwe so familiari wear my boneson the outsidebarely bound byfrayed shoelacemelted plasticupon sand dunei do not see a miragein this desertin this deserti am the mirageoh so hollowso hollow i echoand theycome thirstybut i grew in open fieldssee me breathe hospitablebeg tenderand they bleed generouslyred blossom drip dropdrip dropred blossom drip dropdrip dropso i sniff copperlike flowershope I’ll be differentoxidized greenin bloom Featured image by Anthony Cantin on Unsplash