miracles

those out-of–control

feelings like you

in bones

that will be erased

when my body blues

and my wife incinerates me

and my children scatter my ashes

at aquinnah

because i was native american

in a past life

and a blues harmonica player

in the key of e

but really

we are all natives

all from jungles

cells from fishtank oceans

before we started dividing land

by name and color and walls

wondering. wait:

how did i end up here?