Show poem from last night.
Morning sun deliver meFrom the tar pits of sleep
Fuel the day with
Woolly Mammoth tusk.
The meaty bones of writing.
Skin crumbs that chip and peal
from all the faces
That I love and dream
A day before the fire
Evading the battles
Over log cabins and hard cider
Birkenstock face lifts
Spray painted Cadillacs.
Mr. Potato head eye shadow
We learn to dance with
The broken bodies
We study the chickens in the yard
We learn from their moves
We sit upon the broken eggs
The imperfect yolks.
We break free
We shine with glitter
Dripping from the corners
If our mouths
We smile rainbows
With each potato we peel
Each root we pull from the earth
Our dirt clod legs
Dangling in the sunlight
Pounding on the water trough.
Of this earth but no longer in it
Time to skip and dance
Time to feed others
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