Thanksgiving

I’ve witnessed the decay of human flesh

And watched fruit grow from the spoils

The sun set upsidown

And the wind blew backwards

Until you’ve seen earth rise and fall to kiss mars

You haven’t lived lives like I have

I stood in my driveway and watched my ancestors dance

Saw their stories

Drank their bodies and ate their wine

I’ve lived their stories

They danced around me like

I could see all of my past selves

You can recreate the trip

It only makes you see and hear

What you’ve already seen and heard

You only come to conclusions on things you’ve already processed

It is all always within you

Ghosts observe you with disappointment