my earth is connections of blood, bodies connected by blood of blood of earth. my earth just a river, my body just a wash. my family of stones smoothing over time, rounding into globes, softening into dirt into earth, my earth.
my family on the riverbed, on a current pushed by melt. my family of minerals steeped in an earth. my family of bones of stones of water of dirt. my family an earth in its parts.
S. TOURJEE 