There was a little fire beneath the moon
And I reached down to play in her hair angrily
Pushing down to break everything
(Cutting my lips on your teeth
And yours on mine)
Crying like a stone
Rocks in the gut of this ache
Ya, ya, ya on fire
Screaming grunting sun
(In your land, I am not seen)
God should have thrown boulders to break my chest open
With a terrible thud
Chucking my heart across the street
Against the curb
A flower so hard of color
And oblivious to everything
Happily.
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