twist me up
wring me out
leave your bare hands raw and pink
spotted flesh
let the droplets of me pucker the soil below
little craters
of what was
what is
and what will be
me
puncture the ground
with your force
and gravity
let me nourish the sod
let the things you didn't want to say wring me out one last time
as dampness squirms
lacing your fingers
you fight back
don’t let me weave through
wont let me mix
pleats hold the moisture
inconceivably permanent
nature evaporates
in its own measure
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