sat by the ocean

h u m a n s

I don't think people fully understand what it is to be human.

people understand what it is to be people, yes—
with purses and nail paint
and money
and screens

but humans are something phenomenal and unexplored—
with tongues and eyelashes
and too many eyes
and too many throats
and too much fire under our skin
under my skin

what am I?
am I blue or yellow or rectangular?
do I have a body?
is it my own?
maybe you haven't heard,
but I'm of a deeper, darker nature, darling

there's nothing you can do that I can't know about.

does it scare you?

it should,

with your little mind so bent on weakness

step out from behind your covers
you'll see me staring at where you were hiding
take my dirt-smeared, mossy hand,
my dearest,
I will show you the darkness
and teach you to engulf it

envelope all that is terrifying
in your arms
encase all that is holy
in your body
let the crawlers in your bones
and let them make them homes
let me into your skin
and deeply breathe me in

we can be one
and yet two at the same time

doesn't that sound lovely?

I'm of a deeper,
darker nature,
darling—
I don't expect you to understand.

we humans are meant for everything
even the darkness
in the corn fields where they say not to go.
will you go with me, love?