bones on the beach
Paris Paloma
When I'm lying in my bed
I like to pretend
That my body is just bones on the beach
It's the first time I feel rested
Since my mother's womb I slept in
My last home between the stones and the sea
Some overzealous anthropology professor
With all his students in tow
Carry spades and books
For studying, stumbling
Discover me
I implore them to leave me alone
Say "give me one millennium more there"
Maybe I will belong more there
Than any place in which I was living
When I'm bones on the beach
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