The fountain of youth is a salt lake in Tanzania,
whose wide mouth plucks birds and petrifies
their bones below a gray and stillborn surface.
I’ve seen the photos—doves with wings tucked
like paper airplanes to their chests,
flamingoes whose feathers pare to the slim
scoop of their mummified necks.
Imagine it was our bodies bubbling down there,
deep in the ten foot steep of natron solution,
calling up threads and taut lines
of muscle we know…
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