it is nearly midnight, we have been torturing the rock

my sister cracks at craters, the thump

thump

thump

spinning into our ears

it is lovely, it is almost perfect

we have not discovered

the prophet of a time unwritten

fake plastic fossils, we dig to uncover

the fault of such a set.

the excavation fails. there is no fossil, but

my sister shines her teeth

into my vision and

she has no idea her smile, too,

is made of bone.