The Snake

A sliver of moss
dreams of being
a snake

I fell from the sky
but it was not
heaven 

I was nothing in my past
life I didn’t have 

I was happy in the foil—
a sneeze in the middle
of an empty field 

Before I was born 
I was just parts 
of other people 
who didn’t know 
who I was 
yet

Hope wriggles
like a green snake 

I love the earth so much
I try not to think
about what I wanted 
I love this earth so much

No human has ever had wings
what wings you may have seen
is fog leaving the body
in drifts

There is no way out
only dirt on your chin

I fell from the sky in parts
like rain 
Everything slivers 
Everything dreams