my mind has been mud from the beginning
and my veins, brittle wood.
i'm a molecular ballet with serious consequences;
chardonnay brings out the best in me.
i eat the northern salmon who swims hard.
(no one swims like he swims,
like the universe is to swim.)
i take his life between my teeth.
it makes sense.
i feel badly that he is me,
but, one day, my flesh will be food.
i won't complain.
my bones, empty of marrow, will break under the weight
of dirt.
i don't mind.
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