Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Function of Mud


i stand in the middle of the floor
toes pointing north
heart pulling west
toward the dirt and moss
where you lie

my feet can't move
they have forgotten how

i would bury them with you
so you could teach them
right from left,
teach my heart to beat again

instead, i stuff dirt into my mouth
swallow its grit
feel it follow veins

i am a golem
in the dark

but only until the next tear
turning my feet to mud

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017

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