Friday, August 27, 2004

bury your head
under the grass

down, with the
roots of things that breathe.

i could dance about naked
slit my arteries open to bleed
fresh, oxygenated goodness
into the pores of the soil--

you might spy
blood in the water
roots drip


discovered this scrawled in my nocturnal mind-rambling notebook yesterday after almost a year, i should think....i had forgotten it entirely, and finding it- scribbled in loopy pencil, lines overlapping, mashed underneath GPA calculations- was like being slipped a few sweets by an indulgent grandparent with a wink and a finger on the lips, even if the content is far too dark to be a grandparent treat. :D

Mina at 1:26 PM