all we are, all we is
walking through a cemetery barefoot
waiting, singing, an early morning sunrise
days later we’ll attempt to save daylight
readjust the calendar, change our hours
to have it as we please
here, morning is mourning
just as sweetness is
and sometimes things that is, are
regretfully, as it is I stepping through the cemetery gates
we are.
walking through rows and rows of marked graves
waiting, crying, an early morning epiphany
i collapse onto a burial plot
wondering, is it too early to invest in my own
just swallow me, just swallow me
maybe that’s how you got there:
did i save you from the gravity of somewhere
some place i don’t believe in
when you were praying for a heaven
and you got this
this
you crawl out of me when i curl up and fall asleep
like you’re something tangible
something i could handle
i could crush your skull conventionally
bury you among other babies
with sayings from mommies that loved them
i grab a rock the size of you, right now
my fingers are dirty from digging into the earth
i bury a collection of earthly mineral memories
walking away from an unmarked grave
waiting, hoping, a smooth rainfall
i’d fucking use the bones in my fingers
to chisel an epitaph for you
but if i had the strength to break rock
i could raise you too, then,
couldn’t i?
regretfully, as it is I stepping through the cemetery gates
i is.