the gigantic sand

i wonder what i am seeing when she mutters her name
under the breath of a blanket of
rain staining her dark glasses with darkness
that falls in metoric drops from running clouds
in the hallways of the factory’s skies
i wonder if the name of a stone she has invented is
pure color in the sand
the gigantic sand she says
with a musical
jingle of bangles
and whistles perfectly on schedule
maybe
last year is forgetting
today
a day we planned for without
praise
without hands
when she called my name
which i had just written in sand
with a toe that came out of
nowhere
nowhere that corn husk
that candy wrapper
around these words is charmingly
transparent
an alluring deterent
a fragment of smoked glass from a volcanoe’s throat
i want my necklace made from this ache
she said
but to help i am hopeless
and to whistle is
clearly a muscular thought
that skips without a metronome
imagine
imagine
imagine
the scent!

the gigantic sand

Anthony DiMichele

Friday Harbor, United States

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