After the earthquake
I started arranging tangerines
and two apples in
a painted bowl
as if for some painting
I started to think of
planet earth
as a suicide bomber
explosives strapped
to her chest here
and there a catastrophe
leaking through
I started to think
if we could all
think of ourselves
actually
in that position
lying athwart
one another
in a broken bowl.
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