bear with me it wasn’t long ago I was brainless
lazily pulling fireflies into my teeth chewing them
into pure light so much of me then was nothing
I could have fit into a sugar cube my body burned
like a barnful of feathers nothing was on fire
but fire was on everything the wild mustard
the rotting porch chair a box of birth records eventually
even scorched earth goes green though beneath it
the dead might still luxuriate in their rage my ancestor
was a dervish saint said to control a thick river of dark milk
under his town his people believed
he could have spared them a drought they ripped him to pieces
like eagles tearing apart a snake immediately they were filled
with remorse instead of burying h
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