Do not be surprised when
you meet people
carrying crystal paper Bibles
like snow globes with plastic autumns
instead of Santa.
These are the same who say that
once you wear the first hole
in your first pair of shoes
you’ve gone too far,
like we should be afraid
of the day after Christmas
or shorelines we are not sure
we should reach towards,
and we should be.
There are hieroglyphic runes
holding up our cheekbones
like the moon over the Atlantic
where boats don’t dare cross,
Bermuda is lonely.
But they will teach you
to inhabit someplace friendly,
someplace where you
cannot see your shadow
or remember what
a fever tastes like
there are demons in our marrow
and storms between our joints
it’s why the rain can’t melt us.
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