It feels appropriate, this day-after-Earth-Day to dig my lunch out of the earth--ramps sauteed in butter with pasta, which is not me, and not mine.
Earth "element"--of leeks--goes in my mouth. Still not me and not mine.
Sometime tomorrow, an unrecognized version of earth element--my composted lunch--will exit via the trapdoor at the bottom of my torso. Earth element returns to earth. Still not me and not mine.
Ramps--a fun meditation on the relationship of how my body is entirely dependent on the earth.
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