After Gas Huffing (redux)

Cold in my tent last night—
Moved away from the creek
Closer to the fire.
I heated up the plastic Jesus—
Placed it soft and hot
On my abdomen.
Cold again this morning—
I bit into the messiah—
No sign of life.

What I’m Reading:

mothers of  lost habitats, mothers of  fallout, mothers
of extinction — pray for us — because even tomorrow
will be haunted

— Craig Santos Perez / “Halloween in the Anthropocene, 2015”