find me

if you can find me, you can have me.
i offer this only because of how deep
into the woods my bones are buried,
how far away from civilization i have
hidden away my skins.
many lakes across the continent
have me inside them, still.
dusty homes with my skin cells
long hidden behind bookcases.
i left a part of me with every lover
who stayed till morning light,
just a speck on the ones who left.
if you can build me up,
i am yours.
if you can figure out how to string
my dna together, i will welcome you
to my bed.
if you search for me, if you can swallow
me whole, you can take me home.
where am i? where is home?
we do not know.

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