You never know how cracked you really are
until water pours in.
Like the time you tried to kiss me
and I held my mouth half-open in mid air
less than an inch away from your face,
gracing all my wounds.
Sometimes Love insists on soaking you,
and fear becomes waterproof.
But drought causes dust storms
that clear away the dirt.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Apprentice Editor: Dana Gornall/Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photo Credit: Manish Ghosh/Pixoto