i hope the center of the earth
is a big red room
with all the misplaced things
people never found.
cardstock tags saying hello
& little twine bows
waiting to be undone.
at the door,
a woman with a million names
hands you a nectarine
that ripens when you blink.
it’ll be a pit in your palm
before you can
say ah.
every volcano found
another volcano in the dirt
& they never needed any more.
the center of the earth,
a big red room.
those beautiful
accidents
saying hi,
but meaning
you.
Sean Selbach is a poet living in Chicago, IL