awkwardly I am

living in my flesh

being very clever

between blunt stones and the glaring sun

I affirm something that already exists.

absurdity, self realization?

projecting that reality away from its source: ME

gaping vagina birth and the two smudges

heaven and earth

exhaling and dripping

don’t get clever with me

it’s the wind rattling the roof

rain coming from a hole through the gutter

thinking the Avatar came

hoping  that your porcelain god

Would breathe more life into your LIFE

awkwardly i am

living cured and matured

sepia sagging flesh

sitting on blunt stones

i take in the heat and the sun

Knowing i am alive

Knowing others died

i smile

It’s ok