I walk circles
in the dirt
with the taste of salt in my mouth
my lips are blistered and parched by a sun
so unkind
so hot
that I can fry an egg on the palm of my hand.
I will one day walk on water a saline lake tipped by
Stalagmites crafted by diamonds noble spire&peak.
I walked in circles
on the edge of that volcano for so long that my skin
became the color of molten lava
and hardened as if I were a new continent forming/a metate to grind corn/a sea wall/a wedding dress on fire
I walk circles around the planet Jupiter begging for some lucky star to
Befriend me /o beneficent tide pool.
o carnelian chalice.
