if it turns out i am not to die tragically young
let it be a long long time until i've done enough
let my living glow from me in luminous beyond
and not be an anomaly among all who i love
the silence sits like cherry pits
behind all of our tongues
the bridge of my esophagus between my mouth and lungs
i want to be a billboard rigid insul obsess
but i sigh with reverence
because my spine is not that strong
