the oceans i carry now
are the kind of thing you find strapped to the back of a stranger
call it heavy baggage
the straw that broke the camels back
but this luggage is beautiful
see how it moves
how the breaking of bone
the tearing of tissue
makes something grow in its place
makes something beautiful
becomes itself
onto itself
because of itself
we say
we think the beautiful parts
are worth all the heavy
the ocean part
that weighs us into our bodies
makes us our own universe
to be marveled at
the strangers will see
how that ocean
the ocean you think is some beautifully destructive body
is just your past bringing you over the mountain
built you back into glory
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