A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands, knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.
In the desert you celebrate nothing but water.
In Canada pianos needed water. You opened up the back and left a full glass of water, and a month later the glass would be empty. Her father had told her about the dwarfs who drank only at pianos, never in bars.
In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.
A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something more than water. There is a plant whose heart, if one cuts it out is replaced with fluid containing herbal goodness. Every morning one can drink the liquid amount of the missing heart.
Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
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