Your journey is learning quickly:
THEY squint at questions Elders Taught for eons
as Their Eyes widen at The vanishing Horizon of answers
to notice Teachings like:

do not cut The body or The shall-not-be-named
gloaming in the repetitions
will fold its origami intelligence
inside The slit that goes unrepaired

Then The Ecdysiastic math begins:
7 swallows, 13 fires, and 42 fangs like needles
but no sugar in between Your back molar
no, no, The holes in Your shells aren’t portals

for chemicals with chemical
attitudes slithering under landfills
that The Elders answer for when
The children returning begin weeping

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without warning
I heard her voice
and was afraid.

sad and friendly
grateful for kept books
but I ran too late.

my mouth, my father’s mouth
exhale memories at the sunlight
their evaporating under.

tan legs on the dash
but my body twists at the beats of your anguish
like you scrape my chest of your mother’s ashtrays.

leaning against the bookstore
I wipe the ash on my jeans
in the silence I chose.