What Yellowstone Knows

Nobody trusts me.
The moon says I smell 
and I can't disagree
sulfur rots within me
like dead cabbage steam. 
But still you hitch camp 
to the dirt on my back,
but don't forget - 
I'm a commitment,
I'm the hot breath 
in your face daring you
to be better, 
so be better. 

Share my life
with your phone
its cryptic call
speaking codes in the sky
while I lay love to the mantle
coddling plumes
crusted in basalt
ripped from rocks
making room for molten
honey oozing through my body
tasting just like the earth's core.