I cover my skin in earth, as if
my skin is not earth
as if little mounds don’t grow from both
both are like space to bugs
why don’t you respond to me sometimes?
you’ll just sit there, staring, as if
there isn’t a buzzing
you need to cover
as if you won’t fill with ocean
if you stop moving
stop picking at yourself constantly
stop picking yourself
there is fire in your chart, without which
there can be no stone, no earth
yet I am all earth, no fire
I must have come from somewhere
another layer perhaps, deeper than skin
where I generate my own heat
my own light
like a vent that warms the sea
Marvelous work, Brett.
Sorry, I meant to write “Britt.” 🙂
I always enjoy your work. Always.
It’s good to hear from you, man! You still up North? Hope all is well… relatively!
It’s good to be back in this space posting my words. Excited to spend some time in your space soon! I’ve always enjoyed your work as well “Jerimee” hahaha 😉