i have an insatiable hunger
for the way my bones feel
against the wood of a casket
six feet underneath your
feet; it’s an intoxicating hymn
i've sung for far too long,
but my shoulders are heavy
from carrying your box
cutters and whips and prods
for years, they’re only
digging into my back and
wearing me thinner

i have an unshakable thirst
to lay side by side with
a rabbit whose eyes went
dim years ago; to sleep
alongside the deer and
trees so they can eat my
insides and walk away,
bloody hooves and roots
and all, until i’m one
with the earth (not just
wrapped in wood and
thrown in it)