she’s so quiet down there
in the stars on the surface
of the water in the well
awfully peaceful down there
like how
.
mom’s so peaceful now
with the dirt on the lawn
fingers thrust into the soil
listening to the attendants
figuring out the flavors
.
mother earth is in a constant state of apocalypse
she said to me
a persistent revelation
because just beyond the pale blue halo of earth’s hips
.
the stars and dark extend forever
as if space were water around the head
of a woman drowning in a well
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