All
I can see
in the earth’s self portrait
is wool.

chunky knitted loops
that sag on
cliff-hanger
collarbones

too much for comfort
rumpled surgical
masks safety pinned
to her hip

to cover botched up knees
ombre ocean eyes
that have touched the
center

of the color wheel
-ashen oil grey. Shiny plastic
earrings
that dangle sea turtles and

pelicans by their necks
and glistening caves
of rot
hiding behind her ears.