I come from soil
beneath hollow trees,
from ore
fissured
in dewy cavern walls.
I come from the sky—
rain evaporated
from glaciers
that bit the earth
and birthed rivers,
that kept their hearts
solid and dared
anyone to tell them
that they came
from a page,
that they came
in one day.
I come from
stardust
and sulfur,
from the collision
of continents.
I come from no story,
from no invention,
from no blame.
I come from pink
salt beds and sea
froth. I come
from the flesh
of fruit and the woman
who ate it,
who already existed
without shame.
