…everyone but you.
And when the time comes,
will you be my temple too?
I’ve been waiting to worship
at the feet of someone like you.
in hot springs, I am timeless
when the sun dipped below the horizon, the coyote told me a secret.
made strong by the flesh of their own fathers.
maybe they consumed each other’s dreams too.
and that is how you survive a place that wants to kill you.
subsisting off of the hopes of those before and after.