the landing place (poem)

maybe we have to become
completely unlike ourselves

first

let the air between our joints blow up
like a bubble
pushing the body away from itself

then see how it comes back together
or doesn’t

the landing place could be miles and miles
away from where we started
or we could end up next door

there are so many hills to wander  
and so many fields to fall asleep in

we must take a directionless attitude
and just heat up our tea
a few times along the way

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