where I’ve never been

I know these fossils should be buried,

but the dinosaurs were only on the ground for a little bit.

Everything of mine can be buried.

I’d swallow the earth and all its famine to say hello. Don’t worry,

I can handle this earthquake underneath me next to you. Where’s the stage?

I’m only acting alone. Let’s pretend it’s the last day of summer

every day,

so we can talk about how the earth is just a peach pit, and we are solely fruit flies.

Let’s fly a bit longer, like vultures picking at the dry ground bones jut from.

I’ve only ever broken my left arm

once, and that was a fluke. Never again will I let myself break like bread the last time Jesus was seen alive. Never

again will I be so alive.

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