I am from here

Somewhere on the border,  where the cold and the dry kills everything that needs to be killed,  somewhere around here is where I’m from.  Where the weeds are lush and the grass is gone.  Where the cow’s milk tastes dirty and the breast milk tastes sad.  Where bodies are cremated, not buried, and you can

Imagined Sea Creature

I am fixated  On a certain kind  Of imagined sea creature  That doesn’t exist yet, But has also  Been clawing through the muck  On the pond scum floor  Of my stomach, Always. It loosens clots of dirt in my belly,  And is made of white-hot metals  That repel the water around it,  Orbs of burning

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