The red pine needles are not dust.
Perhaps the sun is an orange sun.
Within these ribs of trees,
I feel I am inside a creature,
the way Jonah said he was,
so the red pine needles
is the blood
of the body.
Then, why the sun,
and the myth?
Have you considered
that the red pine needles,
which cover this body
around me
are the radiant worms
of this afterlife?

– Misty Lake, Algonquin