Spat out tiny
						Salamanders. Their

					Toes were torches, eyes
						Orange-hearted flames,
		
					Their noses snorted whole
						Galaxies of smoke.

					Only then did I say
						Why? How? Where?
			
					They crawled inside
						My ears, then I was

					An eye in an egg
						Floating in pond water,  

					Breaking open, crawling
						Over land. Then,

					My face, in time, stayed
						Close to grasses,

					Gasping, until at last
						I tasted the fire,

					So many sticky tongues
						Licking me awake.