a speck of reflective dust
i am, and not much
more. flipping, spinning
in sunbeam with
siblings who become
friends, strangers who become
family. there’s camaraderie in dirt.
in the spotlight, well, here we are:
can’t escape each other’s grainy eyes.
can’t help rubbing down my elbows
against your crumbling knees and
crying out.
Amica Mea Stuff 