Pretzel

we bend and fold to keep
some memories alive

we, with our doughy cores
salty to the lick,

rose and contracted,
twisted into rope,

into ebb and echo, ripples
of the faintest caress,

fingers forever
indented on the crust

 

(originally published in Scarlet Leaf Review)

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