what it is made of it will return to

There was a day handed to us:

-glass cup filled up to it’s brim with red dust/black soil/pink corals/silver fleck-

we drank it and we were fine.

We looked at each other laughing-

“the world will be ending tomorrow. It will:

spit out a flame tipped soprano to sing you into sleep;

gush poison into your child’s open mouth

with the fish they will drown;

gently wrap our bones in sweating palm fronds;

leave us alone to suck at our wealth from underneath the soil.”

We drank red dust together and we laughed

-you had started to tear your hair out because you’d always wanted

to shave it all off-

and we were fine.

 

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what it is made of it will return to

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