noise pollution .collab

i am a wild archaeologist,
born in the savanna to revel
with spotted cats and dry grass,
bleeding all these years
and digging up bones
so that i can feel more alive
than something.

in the winter i came
home to lie
on the linoleum floor
floor and i couldn't
feel my spine
my lungs.
veins twisted i knew
the voice in my
mind was that of my mother
and she screamed and screamed.

i am stuck with echoes
for memories
sharpness is affection
to my broken body,
pain is love
but sadness is sadness.

i began drinking
too
much, heart
reeling in your absence.
my house began
to fall
apart; my body
too.

i am a letter lost in the rain,
a lost astronaut among meteors --

dry bones
back in my desert,
waiting for an archaeologist
to save me
from the sand.