The American by Connie Helena

The American

Connie Helena

in repose
I chose
a bit of small white coral
hidden in my pocket
so as not to get caught

collecting at the beach
has gone out of favor
my rebellion
it is so tiny

get me off this rock
I like the rainbows
but something is not right here
something is dead here
in my pocket

and now I am carrying it home

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