There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
Her mother didn’t know what she’d birthed.
She couldn’t see the skyscrapers
Or endless hours in the fields.
Out on the twilight Savanna
Still crying
The little mutant clutched her mother
In the early hours of the Pliocene
The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold;
Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;
Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;
When I was a little younger than I am now,
I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.
That was enough to take me into the stratosphere.
I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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