Sand

yes the sunny sandy waves are

curves

Curves on my body

Body parts that I have

Can’t be washed away

Like a beach

Or a sandy shore

I’m whole

I love myself

I love who I am, how I’ve been created

But…Why is the pressure so deep?

Why is my body hurting?

Why does the sand pile up

And crease and fold and topple and drain?

Why does the stale sun die inside my mouth as I feel that sand grow heavy inside?

My heart hurts.

The sand is still here.

Where are you?

Gone.

Just like a minute sandy shore,

Gone.

And I’m living inside my tumbling sandy

Dysphoria

Static, quiet, easy-going

And sad.

Sand can dream in stagnation.