Fire and Earth

A gaping hole wider than our planet’s surface Grows inside her and I watch Yearning to pick her up in my wide arms and rock

Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and

I. Around my neck hangs a tiny, silver disc, dulled by the oil of my skin, and sunscreen, so small it’s hard to recognize the

standing at the edge at curtain call full relieved exhausted sweaty content I am lifted— by the rhythmic acclamation Connected hands hold me up, we

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