Whale [Inktober Day 12]

I found new prayers

drying with the leaves

on the porch

right next to

the nest of brittle twigs

that was once

your altar

The air is heavy

with the fingerprints

of our sticky guest

who lays his bed

with dust

He leaves a map

on my thirsty skin

and teaches me to read prayers…

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