I am too
soft to
even start
hardening
myself into
believing that
you are
the dream
I need
to pinch
myself for
wakening
except that
you're that
pinch
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PuisiI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
