“our minds drift to the beach” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Tuesday May 17, 2016
5 minutes

In the desert I find my trust
Buried beneath a mirage
Buried beneath all the dreams I thought I had
(Fifteen children, fame, hair down to my tailbone)
It winks at me and I scoff like I do when
something is real
I drink it quick
Dribbling sparkles onto my breasts
I get drunk on the punch
on the fury and the beads of sand
I am high on the possibility that this might lead to
In the desert I find my trust
Nestled beside a crab