it is springtime and i want to be new

when it's over, i wash the 

sickness out of my mouth

i bathe in salts and talk to god

i peel my old skin from the bone 

and hang myself out to dry 

hoping to catch the scent of 

spring in the breeze so i can savor it

in my mouth all the way through 

to next winter

the books stacked in every corner 

are dusted

the windows open to 

let the light in

snow melts creating 

streetside streams 

the thaw reminds me 

there are such things as 

grass

& bloom 

& the birth of new lambs.

the outline of my old body in my bed

begins to unimprint itself from matted sheets

i transition my aging bones into 

a hole in the ground where the dirt is soft 

enough to dig my feet into 

a nice patch where the sun shines

lavender grows and fawn rest

as i cocoon myself into the 

earth mother’s womb once more

&

grow from the soil

(with a little water and sun)

something green

something honest

something new

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