thank God I am a
part of who I could be.
do they still have
I think about the little graveyard, I get so tired I have to shut my monitors
fit my body
into my body
I believe your
life had value
body of my mind
body of my body
, try to
Oh Earth, Wait for Me
short walk to clouds
under them alchemy
crystals deforming as they contact the face
open circles vehicles of moist entropic cold
—the computer understands rain and skin, it just
doesnt understand rain on skin—
and you your dirty mind hopping around like an excited doggess
feeling of crust brought on by muddy boots
earth so caked so disgusting rich red-brown, says
we are connected, you and I—say it
sucking on a cut knuckle
wherever desert there is barbed wire
no, you had to close your fist around a
cholla stem to say what Gary Snyder said
communally innocently sexistly? in another time
this is our body.
cottontail was there tiny bat
in the gray sky clearly raccoon
had been there too ask how
I know forgetting there are
such things as tracks
in the wet sand where after time
river showed so slow it seemed
unmoving but by certain
rocks crumbs of earth carapace
around which water gurgles
I could not swim but was able to keep
myself safe by not visiting the ocean.
Some animals have lungs and some have gills,
what is it called if you have
both, a baby?
I guess I was a baby.
When I could not move I saw my reflection
inside the small cup of tea and knew I had no
reason to be ashamed of my choices in life.
Then over my shoulder I saw a tree.
A large tree,
its branches touching my hair.
Were you at peace then? Yes, because
I was so disabled.