Unwound

By Jessica Claire Bennish

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You love who you love.
Must be written in your blood.
Tinier than some
microscope can see.
Tinier than white stardust
or yellow pollen
Smashed with pestle to become
paste painted to the brow.
licks of rainwater as binder.
Prayer beads,
barefoot children
and piles of rotting guava
They think they are home
fruitflies and all.
We think we are undone
but we are
just being unwound.
Back in time- year of 95′
another continent
some ring purchased in prague at cost
garnet
January –birthday jewel
Forward yet backward again.
Biting lips and nervous shifts.
We think we are undone
but we are
just being unwound.
Tinier than some microscope can see.
Smaller than white stardust
Than, yellow pollen.
Smiled the first time we met
Or perhaps it was the moon and the sea
Reflecting off my
lips, as our minds
swam with wishes
slow-like.