Spring Digging

If I could get lost in the dirt again

All the edgies would fall off my skin

I was determined when I was weak

Realized I just get one moment

I can’t force returning to soft 

Though I wish I’d melt like butter

Into the sheets and atmosphere

Soft just like the rabbit’s pelt 

I didn’t ask to be locked up like a roach 

Stuck in the hide of a shell 

I trusted your promise; I made it up

By being selfish and dishonest 

I saw a redbud blooming at the end of a drive

My heart puked from joy and dread

I was content. I was content. I wasn’t 

When I awakened grey and dead