May/June 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 3 Nature's Nature |

Vanities

Vanity, vanity, of vanities … everything on the face of the earth is vanishing. — Mahmoud Darwish, from Eleven Planets We eat of food and its unseen worlds, biota for the body, microbes for the brain. The body as host. The body as life-giving universe. I inhale Cleopatra. You exhale California drought. Strawberries, almonds, kale, we push our shopping cart through microclimates of disbelief, allow the cashier to appropriate our debt. I want the reddest, baddest, sweetest pepper, the one from stolen land and water. You want the forgone conclusion. The whipped and uncertain cream. Carbon creates life; oxygen creates minerals; the dead create carbon. Here we are praising individuality, when what the soul craves is connection. Angels lonely for bodies to inhabit. She puts her hand on your knee and the world goes black. He rests his head on your lap and you both dream of summer. Beyond this beyond this fragile orbit—beyond this i

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