a piece of coral i look and fold outside me into air. like how a piece of paper curls out from itself in flame. into air. the ash follows the coral where it wriggles. like it isn’t made of stone. like i didn’t make it. i’m lying on the ground. the ground a part of me. i can point at it and say that. is mine. is me. is that really. the coral that turns into itself. its approaching. the tip of the coral is opening its pore. its largest pore is becoming a mouth. everything in the seizure is becoming. it wants to be a box-mouthed lamb of fingernails. you are a fingernail in the box of my loving. the lamb wants to say. was there a choice against the ground. the fingernails are my fingernails. the lamb is pink. the coral wasn’t pink. it contains its burning. it won’t leave —

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