Contributed by Karly O’Loughlin
Sadness dressed in blue
A faded denim; familiar, soft
Sitting on the hips with ease
Pores opening and closing
Opening and closing
Remembering bread kneaded between fingers
Flour in the cracks of a palm pressed to the counter
Sadness baked in lemon and rosemary
A lingering aroma; familiar, soft
She is in the details
Perched on the rise of lips curved around a word
She is slipping through teeth
Tongue flicking the corners of a thought still wet on the mouth
She is volatile and rich with spices
Damp velvet soul food, heavy in the gut
Sadness held in the feet for many miles
A drawn out ache; familiar, soft
Situating in pockets of fluid with ease
Eyes opening and closing
Opening and closing
Remembering oceans from a shell pressed to the ear
Sand gathering in a froth around toes curling downward
Sadness steeped under the arches
A grainy memory; familiar, soft
