When archaeologists pull
something out of the dirt,
they call it a discovery.
I imagine them years from
now, "discovering"
skyscrapers and microwaves
and styrofoam cups. I can see
them with my broken body.
*There's something different
about these bones,* they say,
something heavy.
There is a message in here
somewhere. There is a riddle
that still twists my hands up.
They said there was a place
inside me where the music
had gone wrong.
I said, *There is no such thing
as wrong music.*
I've been at myself with a pick
axe for a long time, trying to
discover something new and
groundbreaking underneath.
just sediment