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art generated by Midjourney


you make life sound so simple

as if we could feast on angels’ corpses
dragging tomorrow over us
like a blanket

as if we could inhale
the first breath of stars
and claim their color as our own

to you this all makes sense

the way a song splashes on stones
bathed in light
rocks never see

how water holds a person aloft
when she dreams of drowning
and forgetting

you come here all the time

to this windowless shelter full of holes
this expanse that ceases
at your fingertips

you call it home
and it answers you
in silence and thunder