I want to lay in the grass and let the ground swallow me whole.

Let it consume me,

knaw on my bones like a rabid dog,

let the worms pull apart every string

until I am gone.

If the raccoons come,

let them take what they will.

They must survive

too.

I hope flowers spring from my chest,

lavender or baby’s breath,

let something beautiful come from this,

let me be good for

something,

anything.

I promise I can be.

Let me be at peace here.

Say no words and just

lay with me.

Listen to the hum of the massive body beneath us

and be still.