Unwound
I found your gray floating along the sand at the beach, inside a mottled crab shell beside an untouched pearl flecked with clingy ocean clay and I felt you as on old wool sweater, worn in with pockets of itchy resistance. After that, I began to see you in other things– the gray between a salt and pepper buzzcut, in the shadow of lavender at dusk, steel cut oats floating in a bubble bath, ashes spread over freckled forearms, oh, and smoky bergamot leaves in a flask grown cold.
