Our bodies take flight in search of blue eggs. We swallow them whole, grow tiny herds inside our stomachs. Our long fingers sink in slowly through the earth, place a root between our thighs. We pray that we learn to sew, slip silent through the ocean waves, crack oysters open, place pearls on our tongues. We wish we had remembered our teeth. Most days we follow the sweet violence of bees, write our names on the sky with blades of grass.