Self Portrait As Part of a Grateful Universe
When I sleep, the atmospheric weight
pushes on my jaw, creaking
like overambition– I am pried open
Moonlight focused into silver cords
light the runway of my tongue
Spiders march through pearly gates,
little legs stepping over cracked molars
They nestle in the branches of my marrow
and tie taut webs around my heart
Silken string in twenty-four hands
push-pull right-left back-forth
My heart pumps grateful blood
and my jaw snaps shut with the dawn
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