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chelsea
She said sorry way too often like it was a greeting
It was her favorite word cause she labeled herself as a disaster
She felt sorry for not being good enough for anyone
Cause no one ever told get that she was good enough
No one ever told her that she was much more than the earthquake she created in her head
She was just too sorry for breathing around people
The birds knew. They heard Earth
thinking about a shift, a shrug. They
repaired to the stability of air, where
they might rest assured on fine
individual engineering. On alleged
ground, in our immense, inappropriate
structures, we were by comparison large
in our self-regard though miniature in
our soon-to-be shaking skin. Solid ground
is a compelling myth. Our material
condition is liquid when it isn't vaporous
or vacuous. Our feet knew. They felt
Earth pass under us in squirts and waves.
The planet is pieces and paste. It is going
somewhere, we’re on it, and that is that.