jar

The climate here requires losing wings and fins
Walking away free of spaceships mosquitoes
Ping pong balls and the smell of seafood
The inside of a manifested deity’s garment
Does it remind you of the sky you saw once
Being two years old
Are you still keeping it stinking of disappeared stars
In a mason jar

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