Thirst, poetry by Melissa Lemay at
Polina Kocheva



written by: Melissa Lemay


I will roam the desert—
keep your water and your bread;
man does not live on bread


Heat scorches my skin,
sweat stinging my eyes,
I crawl on hands and knees
if I can write.

Sandstorms swirl around


I am not forsaken;
I have fingers
and I can scrawl
letters in the sand.

I may be forgotten
when I return to dust;
feelings strokes of letters
leave will remain.

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