the 45 million people in the air above you
or the 90 million under your feet
that could be a question of blood flow
at any given hour
everyone blames the ocean
but it was the fault-line’s fault
my car has lost its stealth
I was home for Christmas
but Christmas was not home for me
my home is in the stars
to each one his own star
what was true once
preserved in relevant texts
is true again for one night only
even otters hold hands
rowing against the dark
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