…
I go into the forest alone and hidden in the ever-breathing
to dig an indenture with my fingers and undressing kneeling down
pierce the dead leaves to move among the earthworms balled
in the mouths of corpses out of which all things come growing
so occupied with the desire I had no choice in choosing
but endlessly complete I do not crush or brush away the gnat
and deer fly lighting on my buttocks, shoulders, thighs
sucking their existence from my skin. I let them
knowing I am nothing more and nothing less than a sustenance
for others needing what they have no choice in choosing.
I clutch the grass with tightened fists
and kiss the orb that held my birth and holds my death
spinning me through the universe toward universes limitless
as one slender vine of wild rose comes to scrape along my ribs.