i swallowed the world

stars and comets and the milky way

between my lips

slipping down the back of my throat

like water

through a sieve.

ive got to do better, ive got to try harder;

who am i if not a writer, an artist;

who am i when the world is swallowed whole;

and the moon and sun crush to dust

between the gaping jaws of hell, teeth and bone and me?

am i

lost

amongst the stars

like raindrops

in the earth?

today im not lost

in the skys.

today

im found

12:08 am mst