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by Kellene O’Hara
My tongue wants water, but instead tastes hot sand. She looks beyond the horizon of dust, seeing the things I cannot yet see.
Under the darkening sky, she says, “The sun is also a star.”
Electricity cracks open the heavens and I feel a single droplet fall into the crater of my collarbone. Through storms and stars and sand, I am with her and, when I am with her, I am safe.
Then comes the thunder.
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Kellene O’Hara has been published in The Fourth River, Marathon Literary Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter @KelleneOHara and online at kelleneohara.com.
