Plant Myself There

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

We are studying the movement of edges,
of time, of languages broken up
and spread out on the thawing soil.

No more longing for lost lovers;
no more shivering in the dust and dark cold.
No more eating dirt and snow and air.

We rip open the seams of the wind,
and into the wounds we plant ourselves there,
like an infection,
only beautiful and desired,
belonging.

Like rings preying upon your slanted wooden fingers,
I will plant myself there.

Planted bloody lips in your garden,
but no teeth, no teeth.
Teeth are for eating, but now
I am digesting you.

Planted seeds to rummage through your veins,
planted myself there,

Woke up and saw the world on fire.
He asked me what I would do if someone handed me a match
and I did not lie to myself...
All this privacy, and I did not lie to myself.

Planted rocking hips on tumultuous seas, guided by stars
which I planted there. Planted the heat of helicopter blades and metal
thunder in your ears,

Planted rocks in the sand and
eyes in your heart, to cure the blindness of your love,
so your love might see itself.

I will plant myself there.

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