Bathing suits not bothered to be untied.
Gray coast lines, snapped bodies, sanded skins.
Wrap my heart in ribbons -I know you tried.
Prey for the past. Our fragments. The fog thins.
Pressure from our blood, steam fires the embers,
locomotive engine mapping our spine,
fire from fossils to coals and ambers.
Cover me in the seas, shells, and brine.
To become the love of bright and charming,
to ask for future reference of fate.
Be a beggar. Be a liar. Starving.
Float face up to say it's never too late.
I would die for you twice, but I'm no fool;
I held your breath once, twelve lengths of the pool.
Fires from Fossils Once Excavated from Birth
silly little art world
i have a drawing piece up at this place and the reception is tomorrow night, friday. if you live in salt lake city, please come.
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