It sounded,
perhaps,
like
“Please,
pass the salt,”
but the subtitles
said
(I love you
I love you
I love you)
*
From clay
we came
and today
the ground
reached up
at me
I swear,
as if to say,
“You’re mine,”
and I told
it “Yes, thank you,
yes,
but I ain’t done
with this living
just yet.”