Speck of Sand

I gave her my anxious thoughts,
let them become her sleepless night

to propagate the new day with
a problem seeking solution—

a speck of sand dark in the oyster shell,
the synaptic skein of nested fixation.

I know you’re willing to crawl
to salvation, Blanche.

You just have to get
down those stairs.

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