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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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