Easter Island

We reduce distance and turn off the lights,

unclear of how to proceed. I feel your breath

pass through my hair, the smell of Cheetos and

Smirnoff stain my senses. I unbutton my shirt

mechanically, you disrupt the rhythm to roughly

grab my breast. I think of my vacation to

Easter Island, how the ariki ruled over his people-

the dead provided life to the living.

It has been said the villages were erected

away from the sea, keeping the spirit world

at bay. The dead were feared, but needed.

I hardly notice you are inside me.



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