slice
of life.
of liver paté.
of lime dropped in my mezcal
(look out, sister).
ingested worm greatness
to where it’s become part of me.
a lure caught in muscle tissue
pulls me out of the deep tule, onto the shoreline,
into the sunshine.
red savior walks into town.
spine to spine,
breathing together, centuries apart.
i can jump X,Y locations, but not Z time.
no parachutes on this aircraft, dear passengers.
saudade.
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