nails of summer of taxfree of a sea of possibilities and a moment of stress
eating pistachois out of everying and finding the shells everywhere
in the bathroom shelf surrounded by moisture
cracking under my pillow as i sleep
in my pockets in my shoes in my navel
eating forgotten nuts out of my handbag
in dust thats forgotten in the heat of hunger
and the rage for my family that carries me as a salt breeze
a tiny wave on my cheeks
cooling my neck
balancing the pistachios
too much on my mind
i should let it out
yet here i am
leaving the apt
like leaving a lover
at least starting to realize it was a lover
