10/22/2015

if I should die or pretend to die
face down turned away from the holy orange sun
please--in the heaviest sense of that word
please the way a starving child says please--
please come drape your entire worldly
weight on me and press my heart
that bitter acorn into the center of the earth
below the frost. 
when I let go I want everything taken
from me even that last thimble of air
threatening to lift me like a tired kite.
I want to go down heavy as a blues hymn
be down stay down become down
not the metaphor but the thing itself.
down! only your special gravity is enough
you who fit me like a spoon
you who floated on the simple raft of
my body and called it your royal
boat.

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