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My bath looks like the night sky

There is a lake in Tanzania That turns everything it touches into stone— Petrified animals washing up on shore. I’ve known people like that: Who drag loved ones into their waters And send out dead things with the tide. People who walk into your life With poison fingers and Midas touches That leave hearts hardened and calcified. People who spit back love covered in salt. . I have walked back alleys and lost loves That looked red and cracked like the water. I have seen people Who are calm and flat like the lake. I have watched Beauty Break Trust over her knee And lay her, gentle, on the shoreline. I have been among the bodies Left crumbling in the waves. Because sometimes, no amount of knowing Is enough to keep you from the water. Sometimes, the desire to drink Is stronger than anything else.

Lake Natron, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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In Aztec mythology, Coatlicue (”she with serpent skirts”) is the mother of the 400 stars in the sky, and one daughter, Coyolxauhqui (”she with bells on her cheeks”). When Coatlicue becomes pregnant illegitimately (by touching a tuft of hummingbird feathers - this sort of stuff happens a lot in Mesoamercan mythos), her children become both embarrassed and enraged. But none more so than her daughter, Coyolxauhqui. Together with her 400 brothers, she launches an attack on her mother, but it is foiled when her mother’s unborn son Huitzilopochtli (”the hummingbird on the left”) springs forth from her womb, armed for battle.

Huitzilopochtli dismembers Coyolxauhqui, and flings her head into the sky where it becomes the moon, so that her mother might look upon her always.

They call them moon jellyfish: Those small little creatures With the flowers on their backs. And, tucked away, on a small island in Palau There’s a lake where they live with The golden jellies Who’ve been there so long That the poison is gone from their stingers. Who spin up towards the sun and Photosynthesize themselves alive. I think that’s what falling in love must be like: Forgetting how to hurt Following the sun Swimming In the cupped hands you’ve learned To call home.

Jellyfish, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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Dream, summer 2015

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