Sand

“Voce e areia demais pro caminhao dele.”
“You’re too much sand for his truck.”

I’ve always liked the idea of being sand
The freedom and weight of it.
It makes deserts beaches and glass
It stops floodwaters and bombs
It whips up a fury
Flying so fast it stings
It settles in your shoes
in your swimsuit
and sticks to your skin
for days/months even years later
you find it in that one blanket
you took to the beach
that one time.

Yes. I think that I am okay with being sand.
I can make so many things from myself.

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