shells

In front of the house we played

 in the sand 

meant for construction

and spread it around the yard

 Between our toes 

Nothing was built 

In the sand we looked for shells

 They smelled like the bottom of the river 

When they opened they were empty 

Like me in this apartment 

When you would put them close to your ear you could hear a storm

 Empty. 

Like a hand leaking liquid that slides down your cheek and makes a puddle 

on the bathroom floor

 Reasons for hot and salty waterfalls

 Maybe include chopping onions for dinner

Kathe Kollwitz: MAria and Elisabeth