Eating Dirt
In part, I am so small because
the things I contain are see-through:
intangibles, airborne, each a tiny
globe, each a marble around one
complete world, baby Krishna
opening his mouth, and like the
Jews believe, if you kill one
man, you kill his future sons,
his grandsons, the miles and miles
unwinding from him—so, say,
can you see how this man
is the whole world? Can you
see how he was everything?
Originally Published: decomP, September 2009