star-stuff

Like a fish out of water, open your mouth.
So the hard-gaping
snap of your jaws
is merely a choke of liquid-like air

Call on this tone
That won’t stop pulsing through your ears
This sweetly sardonic rhapsody
Is it smiling?
Maybe its lips are just ripped back
Like the dead fish’s grin

Speak
though you have no tongue.
become as one
like all the rest
And put this truce-like test
on a balance
between you and yourself.

how many times can you say
“I”
before you know who it is?

The human blastopore
in form of a seashell.
yawning uncontrollably, a muscular abyss
trying to drink in the shore
unsuccessfully.

Like the hermit crab, crawl out of your body
Put a skeleton hand in the sand
Until it’s one with the grains and the pains
Then try to let the ocean
drown you out.

Have the sky take you back
to the place where you were dropped.
Perhaps, on the way, you’ll fly
with just one wing to speak of
Or perhaps you’ll fall
again.

you don’t know, why try?
…because. because, because. You care?
It’s all irrelevant, anyhow
Don’t you just want a name?
Call it out.

Call on me by the origin
Of some soul in my bacteria.
Alma coming back to life.
Trill to me like the mockingbird
mimicking a snake.
Tears, las lagrimas
From a stargirl


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