when the wind stopped blowing,
I stood up, brushed the pollen
away from the curve of my hip.
have I told you that I dream
you are a shepherd? I am a sheep
and you skin me.
I leave behind
piles of earthy clouds.
I can’t say that I didn’t
see this coming. I don’t know
how to hold you or anything else.
when a volcano comes to town,
there’s enough ash to cover the sun.
I keep sleeping because
there is no light to wake me.
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