Achy

heart light
heart full
it’s an achy time of year
rose petal tea
isn’t pink
my hands tremble
yearn to be held
bitten-down nails
tender bloody cuticles
spring is an eggshell at the Seder
the cleanest white
as whitened teeth
Sarah’s brand-new ballet flats
dancing through my memory
achy tender
soft as the cleanest dream

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