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Meggie272

Published: Oct 12, 2014

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I do not pretend
the earth loves me.

Darwin breathes down my neck.
The ocean breathes down my bones.

I am a flute hollowed
by spittle and rain. And I am not
special, nor alone.

I had an ear infection when I was newborn. Two
hundred years ago I would have died from it. I
would have been cut short -

small and screaming.
Every time I step outside at night, the trees tell me:
you’re not safe. A thousand antibiotics
can’t make you safe.

I’m not frightened.
I would lie myself down and wait for the tide.
I would do it any day.

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