It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher
It Goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins
At supper,we pass it around the table
talking of holidays by the sea.
Christina Spoonemore , Ang: 13
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