Myth i

Before lone dragons broke free,
burned ice in the pit of me, I knew
how to dissolve a feeling,
trained sharp abandon -
fight or flight as feral tools,
balanced shells on sand as building blocks,
created one well rounded woman,
aesthetically sound, quietly crumbling,
and before we made mountains from boats,
created a landslide in springtime
I knew what it meant to muddle through -
avoid fever, avoid
most things. I suppose there's power
in non-numbing,
a contaminated thrum gurgling in the nervous system,
some half-hashed reboot conversing
after so long aimlessly
crushing wild seeds into pavement.
I didn't know I had it in me
to draw lines where I hadn't wanted them,
that said now isn't the time
to hunt for a human buried
long before the dragons were born.