Monday Poem: For Leia with Love

boredom lies in the sun browning

until she goes to wash her face

dripping water is a promise

filling a bowl with a hole at the bottom

her bowl is never empty

but it will


be full

she sticks her face under the faucet

lets it drip over her eyelashes

into her nostrils

she collects it in her palms and watches it

circle the drain

she wonders where it goes

when she loses sight of it

down or maybe back

maybe it’s the same drops returning

to kiss her eyelids in the morning

or maybe it’s gone

and there will always be more


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