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In the Burning Air

In the burning air

nothing.

But on the ground, at the edge,

a woman and her spoon,

a wooden spoon,

and her chest, the broken

bowl.

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She would long

to dig herself into the ground, her only

daughter's ashes

in her nose in her mouth her only daughter's

makeshift ashes

nothing

lying

in the hole in her chest

But her eye would still see

up into the ground above her, still see

the upper air

—Let her lie down now, snake in her hole, house

snake in her hold.