dna bubbles

20 Apr

the thing had no name,
just a big ol’ white pill in the sky.
we liked the way its light hit branches;
turning em all wicked;
a witch’s fingernails scraping our internal gps.
we slid down the ravine towards the lake
and played black nylon sky in the water;
the sand gobs and moist.
we both recognized our primoridal ancestors.

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