If you put your head on my chest,
you can hear my heart playing the drums.
If you put a seashell up to your ear,
you can hear the Beatles.
If you put your ear to the ground,
you can hear the earth ticking.
It won’t be long now until
you and I and everything
are buried by water and sand and
all of this,
the fighting and the fucking,
will mean nothing.
Look at the stars.
Turn the music up.
Let’s
dance.
-Copyright Timothy Downs
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“Oh, taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.”
-Ellen Bass
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