I Remember Natalie Sudman

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i remember the feel of grass blown against lean thighs, hot scent of dirt.

i remember each breath we breathed of each other’s under the blanket.

i remember you and wonder who am I, who am I now: pale, lost. i remember language of seasons, timber cracking of cold, rivers sighing.

now I have nothing. no one now knows the thread counts woven together,

breath of one wind, our beat of one old earth heart, one longing cloud’s soft moan...

i remember when i belonged against the earth, brown and dusty.

oh...