To Whoever Discovers the Remnants of Earth:

by Caylin Capra-Thomas

We ate meatballs here.

Not all of us and not all the time,
but it’s a place to start.

Folded in the one egg, beaten, the breadcrumbs,
the parsley, the basil, the mint.

Everything broken off of its original body.
Pulled from the earth, cut from the bone.

They said we couldn’t be destroyed, only
transfigured, transcended—


I used lemon zest in mine. That was my secret.
Now, yours.