[inside the walnut shell…]

inside the walnut shell we found the ocean.
we kept it secret, even when our love ebbed
like the tide. the sagging garage roof formed
a depression perfect for sleeping, and when
we could not sleep, we rolled the sea back
and forth between us. the tide refused to
return so we went to the desert and opened
the shell, creating vastness with our small
hands. we swam until you grew tired. i came
back alone.


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