Mother is God, and we are here. Mother is God, and who am I? I lie on a beach towel and turn to my side, my knees curled to my chest. My lips on the ground, I taste sand and salt, crunch it between my teeth, and swallow it. Mother is God, and I am as good as this earth in my mouth, this earth I came from. Mother is God, and I am the Garden of Eden, a paradise inhabited by lost creatures. Mother is God, and I am an animal, made of blood and longing, and what was it Mama said, all those years ago? How powerful it would be for us to be called animals and say, Yes, yes, of course. And what does
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