in the mirror
is staring at the dirt on my nose.
i lift my arm to wipe the dust
off its face.
it laughs and coughs
into my lungs where its particles
shred into tiny threads
the little heart I borrowed
from the sun when gods melted gold
and wove them into a mass of blackness
floating on all seas and oceans of the universe.
we’re all living on borrowed time.
earth must bend its ways to let us flow
in its streets crowded with bows and arrows
travelling through the flesh of our souls
as we bend on our knees to let monsters
know we’re choking.