SOMETHING [poem]
NEW by Taymour Afdhal
waves break the silence of a moon. Someone dips their toes over the edge. There is a hand between her and resurrection. Foam enters the light of everyone in the ocean. He rides to her on wheels of bark from where the balconies are made of washed up plastic and the cars are built from fruit. The emptiness calls their names back to them calling their names. The sand moist with invitation holds him and a sprig of lavender in his hand. If they fell and it fell with them it would etch what could have in the lightning of being
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