Today i am a fragile thing
A wish
Soft body curled around white belly
This curve of my vertebrae
What else is it but eggshell stacked against the wind
Something about this is precious
A spiderweb waving in the shadows of someone's home
A miracle then a nuisance
You see, I am sinking
In that quiet way rain patter into the ocean
Like coming back home or dying
Because what else am I, if not
This soft body - its stack of eggshells
Its wish and dust and wholeness
Floating upwards
Like coming back home or dying
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