And so tonight I’ll bury myself
If you don’t bury me.
I need to feel the dirt between my fingers,
Lodged between my tiny toes.
Bury me and then build
A sandcastle above my heart.
Trap a princess in the highest tower
And then set her free
Like the white pigeons that flap away from your rooftop.
Draw an arrow across my legs
Rooting me to the spot
So that even the ocean won’t dislodge me.
And sit beside me,
A hand over where mine rests
And sing to me in tune with the wind’s moans
And smile at the sun that will never hit me again.