100% recycled plastic

i know this jurassic is a vessel. fern 
& footprint. all the oil in my blood
from years of drinking from petri dishes.
the billboards i pass on the way to confession
have a womb for pterodactyls. eggs in the fridge
dreaming of their factory mothers. more & more
& more. an arrow circles the world like a drone.
when i say "cycle" i mean winter is coming back
with webbed feet. we try to make gods 
of every convenience. once i kneeled outside the 7/11. 
once i ate plastic sacrifice. neon angels. fire blooms 
behind every shut door. today, it rains bottle caps.

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