rosy pink some
days are like bleeding lips, some
days like
grains of salt lodged between
the toes remind me of
sand, sea, spirit
run free. There is a
pinky hued edge to my memories
my hair still reeks of salty ocean my eyes
still drip with longing of
homelands, never mine to claim.
I keep
strawberries and salt
close at hand, close
to my heart
the strawberries remind me of home
the salt reminds me of me
