Abandoned – by Andi Myles

Sometimes when 
we are fighting
I look at your feet 
and wonder
Will I kiss them 
when you are dead?
I think maybe 
I will–if only to play
at Mary Magdalene.
People will ask me 
about my plans.
What are the plans 
of an abandoned shell 
washed to shore
filled, for the first time, 
with sand
instead of life?

Andi Myles is a Washington, DC area science writer by day, poet in the in between times. Her favorite space is the fine line between essay and poetry. Her work has appeared in Tahoma Literary Review, Evocations Review, and Beyond Words, among others. You can find her online at https://www.andimyles.com/ and on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/andimyleswriter/

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