BY ALYEA PIERCE
28 Days

Return
On her first morning
back in this village
her mind is empty
and bones numb to the smell of heat
She tells her body
to unbind itself into loose change
and bury high-tide shoulders
back into its place
Reminds lungs to exhale
and knees to bend but
the sun weighs a mountain today.
So, she rests
like a starfish floating on the sea’s bed
stretching every ounce of her limbs to taste
thankfulness in this sunrise.
She reminds herself:
??????I am not
??????a chair with its legs kicked out,
??????someone’s favorite mug
??????broken and swept under the living room rug.
??????This body is a forest of stretch marks,
??????dreams and regrets.
??????I am stretching
??????and I can no longer fit within this poem.
??????I have gotten lost within these woods before.
??????and followed the carvings in my skin back home.
??????Back to me.
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