i have everything to do with it and i know what is going on
i have everything to do with it
and i know what is going on
i know because i can read
i can read because of school
i have seen the projection on the wall
i have been in the dark room
i have heard explosions

we are inexplicable
we are perfect
we are a common place
we are detangled
we are hissing geese, down in pillows
we are the front of the shirt
we are the back of the shirt
we are alive
we are giving birth
we are beloved to one another

are you moving
are you taking breaths
are you standing up
are you dusting off


is that sand
is that a shred of fire
is that disgusting
is that afterbirth, blood
is that part of your mother

do you remember me
do you have any idea
do you give thanks
do you ache for water
do you control anything

what do you want
what do you want
what do you want
what do you want
what do you want what

do you want
what do you want
what do you want
what do you want
what do you want
what do you want what

do you want

if i build a tent around you
if i build a net around you
if i build a cave of fronds
if i build nothing
if i build with buildings beneath me

if i build the house will you come to the house will you come to the house will you help me burn the house to the ground will you take ashes from your eyes turned into drops and into a reservoir and will you ask me to show you where the kitchenette was and where my fern plants grew and will you plant your own in the charred ground and will you drink five hundred liters of water faster than a thousand year old oak tree will you miss the look of the ground when the ground is converted to math and will you take the classes that teach you how to live on math alone and will you ask me for ambition as a joke as the kind of joke that turns your teeth black and will your teeth already be black from chewing the tips of pens and licking the foundations of the burned house and will we crawl from the hole eventually the burned hole from the explosion from the burning will we have a chance to change after this will we learn from it learn from each other learn from the burned hole and the black coal permanently rubbed into the pores of our skin and will we use all of our skills from education to save anyone buried alive in the rubble and will there be rocks that weep for everything that isn't ancient and gone but awake and worried knowing that someday everything will be gone and we can't stop it we can't stop it and will you learn to let that comfort you in some small way?