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by Jason Harris
You say the earth is mad.
You read a book about
life violently taking
the body in a new
direction. You reach your
arm behind your head. You
remove a kneecap from
your throat. You pull your thin
fingers apart. You show
me a choice we’ve made. You
tell me you love me and
I live in it – the affection.
Isn’t it crazy how
at this moment we are
both alive. How we are
spinning and spinning and
our feet don’t leave the ground.
How we close our eyes
and darkness is no longer
orbital. This closure, this
darkness is not new. Is
revolutionary. Is animal.
Is a slingshot into
compost, a blooming, a
breathing. We are delicate.
Unaware of what we’ve done.
