4.03

i chewed on pieces of womb
to grow,
not really, but it seems likely.
i suppose that between the zygote and the bones
evolution happened.

(act 2)

my bones will end in the
upper core -
they will be white
and they will be mine,
but my "mine" will have ceased.
Instead i will live in everything,
I will be watercress
and i will be lead -
i am a highly fragile polymer
but actually,
im' a carbon based body,
with one foot in the good.

4.02

If i stand too long
these feet might
dissolve into the mud;
my tarsals might
tangle up in the roots.

Those are sturdy bones,
stocky and multiple -
but sometimes roots
get the best of us;
wrap their skinny hands around
and cry tears until we stay.

4.1

i believe my body
has come from mud.
before the thoughts
i think
were ever a bother,
my limbs were shaped by
rain.

breathe in deep
with my brother
King Fisher.

i'm kindred
with the air
this spring.

this is the spring
of my healing,
of my awakening.

these are the things carried by crows

Your words taste like mud on my tongue
but in the best way:
like your language is the first
springing forth from mountains;
ancient as water.

hey you, get a grip

the crooked boards feel like home on these tender feet.

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it's been a winter for the books,
what i'm really saying is (jesus, get to the point)
it's been far too long.

i'm ready to walk face first into the sun

-one two unbuckle my shoes and
let me step out onto the stones
warmed by promise and breath;

gash the soles of my feet on hope and
let me hold my warm blood in these hands
cracked open and ready to heal.

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this arrow has lived forever
rolled up in a ball of mud
created by me, for me.

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These fields break my heart -
reminds me of days with dads
and counting phone poles
for fun.

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2.24

what's that?
the train, he said.
she thought,
then said -
it's rhythmic.

the night is cold.