our bodies spill out destiny
liquids and meats full of luck
we can swell up with an animal
capable of emotional memory
our bodies and spirits are the guts of god
like the moon hanging low
and tugging on our tissue
like prey in the jaws of a golden lion
the traffic of our skin can cause life
to grow inside out
wrapped in promises so tight
a shelter is grown for our sleep and our fires.
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