listen: this is where i want to be born kicking and drowning face-down in a pool of cosmos, in a body woven by sparrows from sticks and straw. i want to live with birdsongs fluttering in my chest. i want to pray to a bone jutting through the sky, in a land where leaves unfurl to teach me their silver dew of song. listen: i was born in a land that is not my own, baptized in oil and taught to drink gold. born already buried in light that i cannot scrub from my skin. here, the sky bleeds, veins unhinged by careless fingers. they shave the receding hairline of the stars. i run from this country of soggy technicolor in breakfast bowls, run from its children drinking coins through juice boxes and calling themselves americans, run from its god of symmetry, its jesus of the atom. i run from a country that has been braided into my flesh. i run from myself. the american dream swallows my nights. listen: this is where i want to die, miles away from sam and his golden hands. this is where i want to die, sky staining my bare feet, planets peeling under my nails. this is my hunger: to dive through the sky, to dissolve into it. this is how i want to be born. ![]() Daniel Blokh is a 14-year-old creative writer living in Birmingham, Alabama. He wants Tethys to give him back his glasses.
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