Pelican Love
You plunged until breaking through the territory of fish. When you rose, your beak was full, the ocean empty. “Eat,” you said, and we did, taking the world into us. “Share,” you said, but we didn’t, so you made off with the fading moon. In the days since, we have flooded your body with buildings and the names of the dead we thought stood in your way. It has become a ritual for us to pull out our maps, to try and locate your center. Rome, London. Wall Street. Beijing. Pacific Ocean floor. Patch of Grass in the Backyard. Ventricle of the Heart. Those are just a few of our many errant efforts to find you, bring you back into view like it was before.
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