in a former life
I crammed ripe blueberries into my mouth
separated the trash for recycling
we drew up wills
saved our money
and soaked in bubbles
limiting water from the tap
we’d finish leftovers
help our friends
talk on and about the revolution
in a former life
I crammed ripe blueberries into my mouth
separated the trash for recycling
we drew up wills
saved our money
and soaked in bubbles
limiting water from the tap
we’d finish leftovers
help our friends
talk on and about the revolution
to dust you won’t return
not quite
to keep watch we’ll post a guard
of armored roses, fortified tombs
to send you off a submarine
to send you off a diving suit
sister fly, brother beetle
mother clay, father rain
we return to you your child
with this plastic wreath