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shame resides deep and

i could disappear in the lies.

across the world

Sicilian weather, oranges

here, i find the source of life

following the wishing and washing

between large rocks, debris

i follow like God intended

i give in

to nature’s calling, fervously, i follow

into the wilderness, vast as my understanding

more often than not, to be in awe is a

primal act just as the ground digs itself

into me. its prickly shards tickling my toes

between pillows of hollow dirt.

the creek is cold, fluid under the

pads of my fingertips, palms, soles

i think of giving in to the erosion,

the wishing and washing

i think of how long it would take

people (you) to notice

i am full of shame.

oh, if i close my eyes

tight enough, the sparkles become

cannolis and limoncello,

slimy pizza and that bloody

orange.