Keep Earth Close

some of us must clutch rocks in our palms
while we sleep
less the world takes the mess we didn’t make and
combs rain entwining all the life of it into a straightened coarse
of hair through our breath
and we become a jumble of neglected material goods
soggy, wet with mildew, while forgotten
presences cling onto the sides of our hips
ensuring nothing rises higher than a sidewalk crack inside us
or we
didn’t understand Jesus’s message

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