I hear the stars are sentient. Which gives
me hope for the nitrogen feeding your grass.
Even more for the mole ending the day’s
burrow in your skull. I’m told your atoms
are still atoms.

-K. Iver, “For Missy Who Never Got His New Name”

Read all three poems by K. Iver at Boston Review https://www.bostonreview.net/articles/k-iver-three-poems/
All three astounding.

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