no longer

It's an old river that drags itself

through this sandy valley. A wrinkled

sky shifting uncomfortably, rubbing

along the mesa until the stars are

finally uncovered.

The roots I have ripped out no longer

hold the land to a home, the leaves

have left only skeletons to remind.

Calluses hide you from me, a smile

I can no longer feel. Where do I lay

my head under all these stars when my

bones no longer fit in this dirt?

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