dust storm
with grit in your teeth, your eyes, your skin

i remember those clean wrinkles
in your plaid linen shirt
and your pants, soft from the washer

i remember those days with the cool white sheets
when you brought me down to lay there with you
and my legs were smooth under my dress
and my calves rubbed together like silk and honey

and i felt so light, like all that bile was pouring out of me
and i felt clean and warm and alive

and now my feet won't take me too far anymore
and my shoes are old and slap the gound,
stirring up heat and fine red dirt,
and dust is swarming around me
and filling me up
and closing me in