it is springtime and i want to be new
something green // something honest // something 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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Comments (1)
Of all the poems I read that have this kind of staggered structure, yours feel purposefully structured as opposed to whimsically. Good work....[[|:-)