Tiny One

March 5, 2018

toenails into the wet clumps of cold sand
while grains cling together
under the opaque brim
squished and
jabbing into corners beside the young, pink, tiny
one’s skin.


The beach
The sand
The clumps
The tiny one.


Jabbing questions,
he woke her
from dreams of the


needles under her fingernails
slipping into calloused pink,
and piercing her thumbs.
Tiny needles
in the tiny one.


He seized her hand,
kisses into her thumb-
yearning for the pain under her fingernails,
the jabbing,
the tiny one’s,
lips covered in blood.

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