POEM: Eating Words

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scooped the earth up in my hands,
the whole planet, cold and sticky,
fire at her core to help her keep herself

felt chocolatey soil sift around
my fingers, made from her clay and spit
stardust like saliva because we are made
the same.

reversed routine and bent the sky so i
could stare intently, analyze, and breathe
hotly and dark air into her lungs, into her

will forget me, fight me and try to
deny me, but in the same motion i eat
those unseen black holes that disease her,
that plague her, and it is i
who will save her.

feature image: ‘The Pleiades’ Elihu VedderMetropolitan Museum of Art, New York City via public domain