Herbal Death

May 19, 2015

I recently started working at a place

And she reminded me of him

My coworker’s thin body reminds me of cigarette smoke

And his dark jeans.

Living in a world of immersion and release.

Face time and loneliness

Weight and Negative space

Negative space has weight.

I am governed by my mass

I am going to put a dollar sign on the scale

In front of the numbers

So I feel valuable.

But he is indigo

A mixture of mint and eucalyptus leaves

I am warm rosemary.

We cannot cook with it all

But my mind brews

I think

What if we prepared our gravesites for death

Living to die

Arranging the earth for our death

Personalized death

Cleansing in our last breath.

So I sprinkle lavender and mint

Across the sweet grass

Where I will lay

Absorbing my last breath.

Now I am one,

Two,

Him,

The only validation I need

Comes from the earth

I am Mother Nature

He is so synthetic,

That he is natural.

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