Wednesday, January 17

One of them is what you’re lowered into,

Too hastily for everyone around you

Stuck and suffocated,

The other is dirt.

One of them is what is cold sometimes,

Warm others,

What everyone seems to fall in without permission,

And the other is love.

One of them is what makes your knees dirty,

What gets under your fingernails,

What slams against your palms when you’re falling.

And the other is dirt.

One of them is what makes you wipe your palms off

Before touching someone,

What makes you weary about whether they’ll be disgusted,

And the other is love.

One of them is what your mother told you

To never track into your house,

What she said to wipe off your feet,

And the other is dirt.

One of them is what makes you want to take scalding showers,

What makes the exterior beautiful,

What is easy to break,

And the other is love,

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