Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Please recycle me/ I am biodegradable

Planet-friendly/ When my soul molts

just put me in the compost

with the chicken bones/ My skin will settle

down next to onion/ Stew in the mouth

of the slowest eater

The soil rifling through itself

that does not seek/Does not discern

between one hard thing or the other

Shale or tooth/ Folds over the lip

and worm/ Sizzles out a rose

of recycled placenta/ Evaporated

eye ball tears fill gutters/ glasses

I’ll be honored to be your drink

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