the ashes stuck to each corner of the box
clumped like someone had left their tears behind
mary scrapped at them with her fingers
catch parts of what was left of him under her nails
no one else would have touched it
they all still couldnt believe
she had chosen to burn him
something about it seemed unhawaiian
inhumane
they climbed out of the water
pulled the outrigger to shore
trading salt with the sea
mary rinsed what was left of him from her hand
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