stare at the world
with one blue ocean
for an eye and birches for
teeth. the hull of a boat
rattles like a real ribcage.
on the way to the holy land,
we set the baby out to sea
with a set of lungs like tired
clouds, a heart like a city
with all the lights out.
I just want to hold this land
in my arms like a lover,
like something I’ve been waiting for.
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