| With Holes for Thumb Sized Birds |
|---|
| Before the sun and after there’s limestone |
| There’s so little time in this place that I get sick with motion |
| Before the wind throws us back in the ocean |
| We’ll be goat horned with sin |
| In Dead Sea skin |
| Half of everything we own stands up and walks away |
| The ancients leak, cats play in the garden |
| My calcium hands and roman commands all harden |
| Because the moon is ours |
| And star eyes are older |
| With holes for thumb sized birds |
| In Dead Sea skin |
| Half of everything we own stands up and walks away |
