the stones in your belly

 

the stones in your belly

 

today we are
the same as we were
yesterday
 
we’re as heavy
as the devil
 
(you know)
 
black as sin
black as night
black as pitch
 
(we gather no moss)
 
tomorrow we will be
the same as we are
today
 
black as soot
black as tar
black as coal
 
we’re as heavy
as the devil
 
(you don’t know)
 
somewhere
there are children
skipping stones

 

 

joannie stangeland — point of view, object

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