Sod House

I grew up pressed into the damp firmament of our sod house

With roots wrapped ’round my toes at night

In sleep, the soil pulling

Inhale and exhale earth

Dank and bone cold embrace

Grassy bed, leafy bed

Don’t we all long for the dirt of our origins?

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