Sand Dollar

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September 23, 2022 by The Citron Review

by Julia Watson

 

Returning, she hugs the weeks
back into our skin,
places apologies in the dunes

of our palms: brittle
ocean money for the missing—
inches grown, VHS tapes

of empty chairs,
lukewarm dinners
pushed impatiently on plastic plates.

I lift the calcium skeleton
to the conch of my ear.
Is this where you go?

She offshores
this white flag
for hillock or castle.

Yes, every time. Like sand,
we disintegrate in her water,
crystalize our salt tears.

Our fears: a vast bed
room sinking slowly
at sea. I study the ripples

in her face, blue &
churning. Still
I take the urchin

in my hand. Still
I am snapped in two.

 

Julia Watson earned her MFA from North Carolina State University. A Pushcart nominated poet, her works have been published in Nashville Review, The Shore, Voicemail Poems, The Daily Drunk Mag, Identity Theory, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and elsewhere. She lives in Asheville, North Cackalacky with her three dogs and one fiancé. You can read more of her work at juliawatsonwriter.com.

 

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