because it doesn’t matter how many times, it’s still worth it.
that under the appropriate circumstances, you’ll come back, and we’ll figure out a way to redistribute the food evenly without offending anyone, list all the possible outcomes that can be achieved by turning off the tv, draw the shape of the wind on the yielding sand, solve the inequities inherent to the form
rescue the fallen from the trenches.
lather your body with rosemary and cumin, a little basil, and the magnitude of our failure when held to the light.
the road to iquicha is steep, the words crumble into the crevices
they leave empty spaces behind, for some people to belong
as pregnant to the world.