eating lava tell me who you are when you reach air. split-skeleton red. we sit in a circle & wait for the earth beneath us to fissure. erupt. sometimes, my chest becomes an ocean. all the cruise ships circling. the sea monsters that will soon devour them. my hunger is for something deep inside the earth. for heat & fury. are you not angry today? i wake up every morning with a snake that lives inside my skull. venomous. i try to coax him out my ear. this is what we walk around with. a photo album of parking lots. when we were magma we talked about nothing but angles. spit into each other's mouths. then there was the blue of babies. rattling engine. islands are born out of this kind of grief. i am overflowing. imagining the ground i will stand on. today they tell me it is going to rain bullets. tomorrow, i am supposed to return a call on my answering machine from a boy whose face was eaten by locusts. he says, "anything you can do to help is appreciated." i take then a spoon from the silver set & walk barefoot to the scab. pick it open to see the lava. smoke billows as spoon meets heat. a bite of my scalding worry. i am ready to be fire.