In the heat
my body becomes
a traveled terrain.
Streams swell from
hidden underground
waterways carving
the crease where
hip makes way
to ribcage.
The other bodies
orb around me,
pulsing with the
swampiness of
new life.
In the end I tuck
and roll my mat,
like seaweed over
sticky rice-
a sure sign
of civilization.
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