Us

Each of us,

Sixty percent water,

Oil-spill soft oceans

Sloshing in skin.

Stick your hand in the fire,

For carbon,

For me.

We are Prometheus’s people.

Carried by a flame in a fennel stalk,

Hearts pulsing in a steady waltz.

Every one of us a tiny bit arsenic.

Cherry stones and apple cores.

Bitter to touch.

All built up of cells and constellations

Porous like fake Louis Vuitton.

We’re brokered from silver and nitrogen

and

and

oxygen

tiny deep breaths.

Blinks.

Venomous and beautiful

Infinite

Human.

Us.