This disappearing, how it makes • thread/bare

This disappearing, how it makes

house become island, as inland pushes out
land. Outlandish, you say, this push and pull—
in your hurricane’s eye, everything calms
while disasters swirl at your outlets. You reverse
butterfly. If some coral reefs necrotize in some part
of the world you eyelashed one holiday, then
what of you? If some cities along the coast freeze
suspended in a puddle of sweat, well welcome the
reprieve. A strophe is a turning. Catastrophe, a sudden
turn. Both you and I, complicit. We ate of land, us
landed men & women landing on shores
making earth from Earth, unmaking Earth. We
will glut on her mineral veins until the blood spills,
the oil spills, the levees break, the planet
breaks. Both you and I, forgetting. Nature is not a god
of proportion.

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