I was born with an extra rib.
That’s how I know
I was meant to rip out something curved
and tuck it into the planet.
Quilted continents are tugged up around sleeping oceans,
water giving up its last glint of light
like it swore not to
like a coin toss with a nickel.
Heads, we rebuild at sunrise.
Tails, we live in the ruins.— Murphy Stevens, from “The Ancient Civilization.”
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