dirt


you are as incomprehensible as an anorexic is to a starving man.
i eat and i eat the dirt, i shovel it into my mouth and it tumbles
down my throat like a body thrown into the well and still i eat.
i lay down and you put one foot on my bloat and claim this new
earth in the name of all that is subterranean, but nothing ever
takes root. the blood-bone of the ground swallows you up and you
become a half-buried monument without hands or eyes. such
threadbare mortality you must stomach. my hands are crusted
with clods of minerals, see how they refract in the weak light.
do not look so downtrodden; the worms will remember you forever.

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