came home curled
in a tightly
closed bucket of sand,
stashed in the garage
with the beach chairs.
When we opened the lid
there wasn't even smell --
just rough beige
sifting through our sticky fingers.
a n n e s e l d e n
m e c h a n i c s b u r g , p e n n s y l v a n i a
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